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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] sight, is that a piece of luck, Baby Dan, or is that a piece of luck. Haaaa! I ve GOT you, Blue, nowhere you can hide from me. He set aside the leather and slid the mirror into its frame. Ahzurdan in Kukurul, he intoned and touched the stone oval with a long forefinger. The stone surface shimmered, then he saw the side of a rambling inn and small sparkles of light writing patterns over a window on the third floor. Sooo sooo, how much have you learned since you ran off, Ser Ah-zurdan? Mmm, interesting, I wonder where you picked that up? Looks like something Proster Xan was playing with a few years back. That s a clever twist, now how do I untie it? This ... this ... ah! cute, touch that one and I m smoke. Sooo sooo, how do I get round that ... here? No, I don t think so, tempting but ... let s fiddle this loop out a little. Ah, ah ah, now this. Riiight. And now it comes neatly apart. Don t try fooling your old teacher, boy. Let s put this aside so we can tie it up again if we want and take a look at what s happening in there. Mmmmh mmh. So that s our Drinker of Souls. He leaned closer, frowning. That mushhead swore he put the pagamacher in your heart, I suppose he missed his hit. You re hard to kill, lady. Mmm. No more ti-germen ... what have I got ... mmmmm ... what have I got .... The woman was sitting in a chair with her feet up on a hassock; her body was relaxed but her brilliant green eyes followed Ahzurdan with a concen-trated intensity as he walked about the comfortable room, his hands moving restlessly, opening and clos-ing, tapping on surfaces, fondling small objects, while he talked in spurts and silences. Gabble gabble, Danny Blue, you haven t changed a hair ... hmm. Two chil-dren were curled up on the bed, sleeping; he had a vague idea that they were attached to the woman and were a bit more than children. He watched them a mo-ment, became convinced they weren t breathing. Dipped in the reality pond, did you, lady? And pulled you out a pair of ... of what? Complications, mmm, if I wait until you re, alone and see you out, saying I can do it this time, those children would be left and what would I have coming at me? I went too fast the first time and missed my hit and unless I mistake me badly. I ve done myself a mischief by it. Sooo sooo, this time I ll watch a while. A while? A day or two. Or three. Or more. Until I m ready, lady. With a rumbling chuckle, he shoved the chair back and started to stand, stopped in the middle of the move and flattened his hands on the table. Oh Maksi old fool, senility is setting in, next thing you know, you ll be drooling in your mush. Sooo sooo. He reassembled the ward and set it in place outside the window. When he was done, he pushed onto his feet, leaving the mirror focused on the Inn. Dream your little dreams, Danny Blue, I ll be with you soon as I finish some cursed clamoring business ... He stretched, groaned as muscle pulled against muscle, pulled off the overrobe and tossed it onto the chair. AAAH! WHY WHY WHY can t they SEE? It s so simple. He twitched the linen robe straight and with a few quick flowing passes rid it of its wrinkles. Dignity, give a man his dignity and you ve increased his value and the land s value with it. He Page 45 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html rubbed his feet on the pavingstones. Be damned if I cramp my toes for that son of a diseased toad, that high-nosed high priest of my whore god, that posturing potentate of ig-norance, HAH! He glamoured sandals over his feet, grinned and added tiny grimacing caricatures of Vas-shaka Bulan Servant of the Servants of Amortis to the seeming straps of white leather. A touch to the Stone snugged beneath his robe, a twisted tight smile as he felt a tingle in his fingertips, then he snapped to the reception chamber at the top of the west tower, a gilded ornate room that he detested. He knew the effect of his size and the chamber s barbaric splendor (and the long laborious climb to reach it) and used them when he had to deal with folks like Vasshaka Bulan who needed a good deal of intimidation to keep their ambitions in hand. A desk the size of a small room and a massive carved chair sat on a shallow dais that raised both just enough to give visitors an ache in the neck and a general sense of their own unworthiness. He settled himself in the chair, gave a quick rub to the emerald on his right thumb. Let the charade proceed, he muttered. The only object in the vast plateau of polished kedron was a dainty bell of unadorned white porcelain. He rang it twice, replaced it and sat back in the chair, his arms along its arms, his hands curved loosely abOut their fin-ials. The double doors swung smoothly open and Vas-shaka Bulan came stalking in, Todichi Yahzi gliding grayly behind him clutching a scarlet notebook. He touched Bulan s arm (ignoring the man s recoil and hiss of loathing), cooed him to the visitor s chair, then went to the gray leather cushion waiting beside the desk, wriggled around until he was comfortable, settled the book in his lap and prepared to record everything said during the interview. Maksim rumbled impatiently through the rituals of greeting, gave brusque permission for Vasshaka Bulan to say what was on his mind. Brief and blunt, he said, unless you want to try my patience, Servant Bu-lan. Phoros Pharmaga, I hear. Bulan bowed his head. I have a complaint about the Dicast Silthos a Melisto. He ordered a Servant taken from the Yron of Nopido, sat in judgment [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |