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.Alice s mother was a good cook, but shewas nothing like this.When Marekko offered him a second helping, Jon accepted it gladly andwondered what it would feel like to have a ring in his own ear. If only we had wagons, the Emperor said. But they took everything from the stables. Excuse me, Your Highness, Falco said. I do not mean to contradict your words butthe traitors did not take everything. What is left? You forget the farm.There s a farm wagon here even now, and another one brought aload of firewood this morning.It s returned, but we know where we can find it.And otherwagons remain at the farm, including the great wagon we use to bring logs, as well as the cartsfor hauling rubbish. Are there horses to draw them? the Emperor asked excitedly. Not all of them at the same time but some.And the oxen we use to draw the greatwagon are also at the farm.Unless. Unless the Chosen have gotten there first? That was my thought.But it s not likely.They re coming from the other direction, andthey d have no reason to single out our farm.I m certain the animals are still there.And, sincewe ve seen no sign of the enemy, the way to the West Gate is still open. And if they are fast enough, the way will still be open when they return. Falco nodded. How soon can you get the wagons here? Two hours three at the most. The Emperor turned to Lawrence. You know the great wagon? Yes, Sire. I think the great wagon and two smaller wagons would be enough for our purposes.Does that make sense? Yes, Sire.The three should do it. If we use oxen to pull the great wagon, are there horses enough for the other two? theEmperor asked Falco. Yes.More than enough. Then send for all three at once. As you command, Sire. Falco walked over and spoke to a man and a woman, who immediately left through theopen door.The Emperor rose from the table. We have to begin bringing the books from the library, and that will be a huge task.Falco, how many of your staff can you spare? All that you need, Your Majesty.We are at your command. Falco clapped his hands, and men and women came running.Some had been outside;others came from a door beyond the boiler.Jon counted twenty-three plus Falco and the twowho had left for the wagons. And there are more of us at the farm, your Imperial Highness a good eight.Tell uswhat to do, and we ll do it. 3No direct route led to the kitchen courtyard from the library, which occupied one of thehighest rooms in the palace; and stairs and corridors lengthened the distance.It was dusk whenthey finished loading the three wagons.Although everyone had joined in, the effort had takenhours.The books were different sizes, and that meant it was often difficult to carry more thantwo or three at a time, and many were very old, with bindings that required care.Jonremembered one thick volume with a faded green cover ornamented with fuchsias anddragonflies, as well as a book written in curvilinear characters that seemed as much an art as alanguage.When Lawrence handed it to him, he d asked him what the book was about, but all theLibrarian could say was that the volume had been added to the collection centuries ago with thedesignation Natural History of the Islands.No one could decipher the script and it was likelythat no one in Kar had ever possessed that skill.So what islands they were and what plants andanimals flourished there remained undeterminable.And this wasn t the only book written in theforgotten language.Three other books, smaller and less opulently bound sat next to it on theshelf, but these had simply been listed as Miscellaneous History in the catalog, and Jon had notime to look at them.Once all of the books had been carried to the courtyard, Lawrence came down tosupervise the loading.He ordered the wagon bottoms lined with two thickness of canvas andpersonally wrapped the more delicate books in kitchen linen, stuffing the cracks between themwith dry straw to prevent damage.He was an old man and when Jon first saw him he d seemedweary and even a bit silly but he threw himself into this work with gusto.In the beginning, the Emperor himself had carried several loads of books downstairs.Butthen, asking Jon and Zo to help him, he d led them to a different part of the palace, wherethey d found arms and blankets and clothing, which they brought back through a maze ofhallways in a succession of trips. My kitchen staff will have to dress differently, he explained. And we may needweapons.Who knows what lies before us? And I must dress differently as well.No one shouldbe able to identify me as an emperor. He d also brought a wooden chest it took all three of them to bear downstairs what wasin it, he hadn t said along with papers from his study, and, of course, the books and map rolls [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Alice s mother was a good cook, but shewas nothing like this.When Marekko offered him a second helping, Jon accepted it gladly andwondered what it would feel like to have a ring in his own ear. If only we had wagons, the Emperor said. But they took everything from the stables. Excuse me, Your Highness, Falco said. I do not mean to contradict your words butthe traitors did not take everything. What is left? You forget the farm.There s a farm wagon here even now, and another one brought aload of firewood this morning.It s returned, but we know where we can find it.And otherwagons remain at the farm, including the great wagon we use to bring logs, as well as the cartsfor hauling rubbish. Are there horses to draw them? the Emperor asked excitedly. Not all of them at the same time but some.And the oxen we use to draw the greatwagon are also at the farm.Unless. Unless the Chosen have gotten there first? That was my thought.But it s not likely.They re coming from the other direction, andthey d have no reason to single out our farm.I m certain the animals are still there.And, sincewe ve seen no sign of the enemy, the way to the West Gate is still open. And if they are fast enough, the way will still be open when they return. Falco nodded. How soon can you get the wagons here? Two hours three at the most. The Emperor turned to Lawrence. You know the great wagon? Yes, Sire. I think the great wagon and two smaller wagons would be enough for our purposes.Does that make sense? Yes, Sire.The three should do it. If we use oxen to pull the great wagon, are there horses enough for the other two? theEmperor asked Falco. Yes.More than enough. Then send for all three at once. As you command, Sire. Falco walked over and spoke to a man and a woman, who immediately left through theopen door.The Emperor rose from the table. We have to begin bringing the books from the library, and that will be a huge task.Falco, how many of your staff can you spare? All that you need, Your Majesty.We are at your command. Falco clapped his hands, and men and women came running.Some had been outside;others came from a door beyond the boiler.Jon counted twenty-three plus Falco and the twowho had left for the wagons. And there are more of us at the farm, your Imperial Highness a good eight.Tell uswhat to do, and we ll do it. 3No direct route led to the kitchen courtyard from the library, which occupied one of thehighest rooms in the palace; and stairs and corridors lengthened the distance.It was dusk whenthey finished loading the three wagons.Although everyone had joined in, the effort had takenhours.The books were different sizes, and that meant it was often difficult to carry more thantwo or three at a time, and many were very old, with bindings that required care.Jonremembered one thick volume with a faded green cover ornamented with fuchsias anddragonflies, as well as a book written in curvilinear characters that seemed as much an art as alanguage.When Lawrence handed it to him, he d asked him what the book was about, but all theLibrarian could say was that the volume had been added to the collection centuries ago with thedesignation Natural History of the Islands.No one could decipher the script and it was likelythat no one in Kar had ever possessed that skill.So what islands they were and what plants andanimals flourished there remained undeterminable.And this wasn t the only book written in theforgotten language.Three other books, smaller and less opulently bound sat next to it on theshelf, but these had simply been listed as Miscellaneous History in the catalog, and Jon had notime to look at them.Once all of the books had been carried to the courtyard, Lawrence came down tosupervise the loading.He ordered the wagon bottoms lined with two thickness of canvas andpersonally wrapped the more delicate books in kitchen linen, stuffing the cracks between themwith dry straw to prevent damage.He was an old man and when Jon first saw him he d seemedweary and even a bit silly but he threw himself into this work with gusto.In the beginning, the Emperor himself had carried several loads of books downstairs.Butthen, asking Jon and Zo to help him, he d led them to a different part of the palace, wherethey d found arms and blankets and clothing, which they brought back through a maze ofhallways in a succession of trips. My kitchen staff will have to dress differently, he explained. And we may needweapons.Who knows what lies before us? And I must dress differently as well.No one shouldbe able to identify me as an emperor. He d also brought a wooden chest it took all three of them to bear downstairs what wasin it, he hadn t said along with papers from his study, and, of course, the books and map rolls [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]