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.The world slid sideways; braced arms failed and spilled him to the ground, so that he landed flat upon his spine.The back of his skull thumped dully against leaf-strewn ground.Sima stirred next to him.The healing is complete.You have done well.He could not so much as open his eyes.Had I not, we would both be bound for the afterlife.I was not in so much of a hurry.Nor I.She shifted closer yet, pressing the warmth of her body against his right side.The magic drains a man.There is balance in that, also.we have time, lir.No need to move at once.He did not much feel like moving ever, let alone at once.Kellin sighed, welcoming the coolness of the deadfall beneath him.His itching face felt crusted.He longed to scratch it, but to do that required him to move a hand.It was too much to attempt.Lir.Sima again, resting her chin upon his shoulder./ am sorry for the man."What m—" He broke off.Kellin thrust himself to hands and knees and hurled himself over, to look, to seek, to reassure himself that none of it was true.Teague's body was gone, but bloodied leaves and hoofprints confirmed the truth Kellin desired to avoid.Teague indeed had died, and Ennis had carried him home.Kellin touched his crusted face with fingers that shook.Teague's blood."Gods," he choked aloud, "why do you permit this?"Lir.Sima rose, butted at an arm.Lir, it is done.It cannot be undone."I killed—" He could not voice it, could not find the words."I killed Teague—"332 Jennifer RobersonReflex, she told him.A cat, to protect himself, strikes first.You struck to protect me."Teague," Kellin mouthed.Even the comfort of the ft'r-link was not enough.He had killed a man who was not an Ihlini, not a thief, not an enemy./ have killed a friend.Kellin sank down- to the ground and pressed his face against it, unmindful of bloodied leaves./ have killed a friend.He recalled Teague's presence in the Midden tavern where Luce held sovereignty, and how the Homanan had aided him.How Teague had, of them all, not looked upon him as a beast the night he had nearly killed Luce because Teague had a better understanding of what lived in his lord's mind,I swore to have no friends because I lost them all—because they all died.and now when I let one come close again after so much time, I kill him MYSELF—He wound rigid hands into his hair and knotted them there, then permitted himself to shout as a man might shout to declare his grief and torment.But the sound, to Kellin, was naught but a beast's wail.NineteenIt was demonstrably obvious, when Kellin reached Homana-Mujhar, that Ennis and the others had carried word before him.The horse-boy who took his mount did so with eyes averted and led the horse away quickly, not even waiting for his customary coin- Off-duty men gathered before the guardhouse in the bailey fell silent as Kellin walked by them, breaking off conversation to stare from the corners of their eyes- They measured him, he knew; they looked for the proof in his face, in his clothing, in the expression in his eyes-What do they see?He had washed the blood from face and hands, and scrubbed at his jerkin? He believed no blood-stains remained, but possibly none were required; he wore guilt in his posture despite his desire not to.Sima padded beside him.They watched her, too, marking her apparent health.She did not limp or show any indication an arrow had but hours before driven her toward death.It was a natural healing, but to the Homanans, who had little knowledge of such things, it seemed to suggest that Kellin's reaction was one of whim.not of need; as if he had killed Teague because the idea had occurred, and because he could.Kellin paused inside the palace to inquire as to the Mujhar's whereabouts, and was told to go at 333334 Jennifer Robersononce to the Great Hall.Inwardly, Kellin's spirit quailed.Not in privacy? Or is it that he will discuss it with me as Mujhar, not grandsire, nor even Cheysuli warrior?Sima bumped his leg./ am with you.No.Kellin paused.This is for me to face alone.Go up to my chambers and wait.She hesitated, then turned and padded away.Kellin brushed haphazardly at the perspiration stippling his upper lip, then went on toward the Great Hall, Foreboding weighted his spirit until he twitched with it, desiring to scratch at stinging flesh.Brennan was on the throne.The Lion's head reared above the Mujhar in a display of wooden glory.Aged eyes stared blindly; Kellin was grateful the Lion could not see what had become of a prince who would one day inherit it.It was nearing sundown.Light slanting through stained glass formed lattices on the stone floor, so that Kellin walked through sharp-etched pools of pure color [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The world slid sideways; braced arms failed and spilled him to the ground, so that he landed flat upon his spine.The back of his skull thumped dully against leaf-strewn ground.Sima stirred next to him.The healing is complete.You have done well.He could not so much as open his eyes.Had I not, we would both be bound for the afterlife.I was not in so much of a hurry.Nor I.She shifted closer yet, pressing the warmth of her body against his right side.The magic drains a man.There is balance in that, also.we have time, lir.No need to move at once.He did not much feel like moving ever, let alone at once.Kellin sighed, welcoming the coolness of the deadfall beneath him.His itching face felt crusted.He longed to scratch it, but to do that required him to move a hand.It was too much to attempt.Lir.Sima again, resting her chin upon his shoulder./ am sorry for the man."What m—" He broke off.Kellin thrust himself to hands and knees and hurled himself over, to look, to seek, to reassure himself that none of it was true.Teague's body was gone, but bloodied leaves and hoofprints confirmed the truth Kellin desired to avoid.Teague indeed had died, and Ennis had carried him home.Kellin touched his crusted face with fingers that shook.Teague's blood."Gods," he choked aloud, "why do you permit this?"Lir.Sima rose, butted at an arm.Lir, it is done.It cannot be undone."I killed—" He could not voice it, could not find the words."I killed Teague—"332 Jennifer RobersonReflex, she told him.A cat, to protect himself, strikes first.You struck to protect me."Teague," Kellin mouthed.Even the comfort of the ft'r-link was not enough.He had killed a man who was not an Ihlini, not a thief, not an enemy./ have killed a friend.Kellin sank down- to the ground and pressed his face against it, unmindful of bloodied leaves./ have killed a friend.He recalled Teague's presence in the Midden tavern where Luce held sovereignty, and how the Homanan had aided him.How Teague had, of them all, not looked upon him as a beast the night he had nearly killed Luce because Teague had a better understanding of what lived in his lord's mind,I swore to have no friends because I lost them all—because they all died.and now when I let one come close again after so much time, I kill him MYSELF—He wound rigid hands into his hair and knotted them there, then permitted himself to shout as a man might shout to declare his grief and torment.But the sound, to Kellin, was naught but a beast's wail.NineteenIt was demonstrably obvious, when Kellin reached Homana-Mujhar, that Ennis and the others had carried word before him.The horse-boy who took his mount did so with eyes averted and led the horse away quickly, not even waiting for his customary coin- Off-duty men gathered before the guardhouse in the bailey fell silent as Kellin walked by them, breaking off conversation to stare from the corners of their eyes- They measured him, he knew; they looked for the proof in his face, in his clothing, in the expression in his eyes-What do they see?He had washed the blood from face and hands, and scrubbed at his jerkin? He believed no blood-stains remained, but possibly none were required; he wore guilt in his posture despite his desire not to.Sima padded beside him.They watched her, too, marking her apparent health.She did not limp or show any indication an arrow had but hours before driven her toward death.It was a natural healing, but to the Homanans, who had little knowledge of such things, it seemed to suggest that Kellin's reaction was one of whim.not of need; as if he had killed Teague because the idea had occurred, and because he could.Kellin paused inside the palace to inquire as to the Mujhar's whereabouts, and was told to go at 333334 Jennifer Robersononce to the Great Hall.Inwardly, Kellin's spirit quailed.Not in privacy? Or is it that he will discuss it with me as Mujhar, not grandsire, nor even Cheysuli warrior?Sima bumped his leg./ am with you.No.Kellin paused.This is for me to face alone.Go up to my chambers and wait.She hesitated, then turned and padded away.Kellin brushed haphazardly at the perspiration stippling his upper lip, then went on toward the Great Hall, Foreboding weighted his spirit until he twitched with it, desiring to scratch at stinging flesh.Brennan was on the throne.The Lion's head reared above the Mujhar in a display of wooden glory.Aged eyes stared blindly; Kellin was grateful the Lion could not see what had become of a prince who would one day inherit it.It was nearing sundown.Light slanting through stained glass formed lattices on the stone floor, so that Kellin walked through sharp-etched pools of pure color [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]