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.Jarago Whaelshod glared out suspiciously.Seeing naught but three sleepy girls huddled in their cloaks, he nodded in grim satisfaction and strode out and away down the street without a word.Lhamphur and Imdrael were hardly slower, though both returned their tankards with murmured thanks.Then Hasmur Ghaunt was blinking out at the brightening dawn.Alone.The girls exchanged glances.Naoni quickly slipped past Master Ghaunt and up the stairs to forestall her father's departure for a few breaths, and Lark knelt to tend the fire.Faendra stepped to Hasmur Ghaunt's side with an understanding smile and murmured, "I know how upsetting this must be for a man as wise as you."Ghaunt blinked at her, then blushed at the thought such a lovely young lass would know something about him.Had she—no, surely not-said "wise"? He cleared his throat."'This'?""This business with the Lords," Faendra said, eyes demurely downcast."You've always been the most understanding of Father's friends.I know he trusts you more than anyone else in the New Day."Her gaze lifted to Ghaunt's face as it drained of color."New—? How—?" he croaked.Faendra patted his arm, then took it and walked him a little away from the doors, snuggling against him.Trembling against her soft warmth, Hasmur Ghaunt made the mistake of looking into her blue, blue eyes and was lost."Father tells us everything, since Mother died," Faendra told him a little sadly."I know he was worried that Whaelshod and Lhamphur didn't believe him.Did he tell you why he thinks the Lords are watching him?"Master Ghaunt blinked."Y-yes.He showed us all.""Showed you?"Faendra raised her eyebrows and turned her face to his in mute appeal, and Hasmur Ghaunt blushed vividly and stammered, "Y-you're right: Jarago pressed him to say why he's so sure the Lords are watching him, and Var—uh, your father, showed us a little charm he found in a tunnel near one of his worksites: A Black Helm token, of the sort Lord Piergeiron passes out as marks of his favor!""In a tunnel," Faendra echoed soothingly, looking very serious."Aye—yes—err—ah, a tunnel your father swore wasn't on any map he, a master stonemason, has access to, so.""So it must be one of the secret tunnels the Lords use to keep an eye on honest men like you and Father," Faendra breathed, her wide eyes very close to Ghaunt's.He trembled in her grasp like a rabbit on the verge of fleeing.Then there was a familiar roar from behind them both, and Master Hasmur Ghaunt tore free with a high-pitched stammer of apologies and fled, gone down the street in a scampering instant."Stop teasing the man, Faen!" Varandros Dyre growled, stamping up to his favorite daughter."You've been making men blush like lasses since your twelfth winter, but Ghaunt has work to do, and 'tisn't seemly, a daughter of mine reducing a grown man to gabbling, in a public street!""Father," Faendra said reproachfully."That's hardly fair! Master Ghaunt's like an uncle to us.He's the only one who has time for our jokes, and he's polite when we—""Yes, yes," her father agreed curtly."Now get in there and clean the place up! Mind you bar the door and keep behind it, and have the place spotless before highsun; I'll send some of my men then to escort you home.You're not to go traipsing around on your own.What with footpads and wandering nobles, this ward isn't safe for young gels to be flouncing through unguarded!"Faendra knew when it was time to meekly agree—whatever her actual intentions might be—and give her father a quick hug and kiss.This was one such time.Then he was off down the street like a thunderstorm afoot, and she and Lark were settling the bar into place.Naoni came down the last few steps, her face thoughtful."I recall once," she said slowly, "Father having dealings with an old tunnel-repairer, one Thandar Buckblade.Remember, Faen?"Faendra shook her head."Father has dealings with lots of old men.I get tired of their winks and leers.Some are so old they can't even whistle, and they just wheeze at me!"Lark rolled her eyes."Don't be so quick to dismiss old men.There can be snow on the roof and fire in the loins.""This Buckblade," Naoni said firmly, "was a dwarf of Dock Ward.Father said he knew everything under the cobbles of the city.Everything.He retired years ago."Lark frowned."And you think we should go and ask this Buckblade about the Lords' secret tunnels? If he was in the habit of giving away the Lords' secrets, how did he live long enough to retire?""Perhaps his reaction will tell us something.""And if he gets angry and demands to know where you got this foolheaded notion?""I.I'll tell him I overheard Mirt the Moneylender talking about the tunnels when he was drunk—and claiming he was a Lord, too!"Lark shrugged to the accompaniment of Faendra's long, low whistle of appreciation, and said reluctantly, "That should work, but make it his servant, not Mirt himself.Who'd believe the Old Wolf a loose-tongued drunkard?" When Naoni nodded, she added, "So where exactly do we find this dwarf?""On our shopping next morn, we can ask some of the men Father trades with if they know where Buckblade lives, and then go see him after our highsun rounds the day after."Faendra's nod was as eager as her grin was wide."Mistresses, it seems adventure awaits," Lark said dryly, "but first things first: While fortune may favor the bold, masters pay the tidy and hardworking.Hand me that mop [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Jarago Whaelshod glared out suspiciously.Seeing naught but three sleepy girls huddled in their cloaks, he nodded in grim satisfaction and strode out and away down the street without a word.Lhamphur and Imdrael were hardly slower, though both returned their tankards with murmured thanks.Then Hasmur Ghaunt was blinking out at the brightening dawn.Alone.The girls exchanged glances.Naoni quickly slipped past Master Ghaunt and up the stairs to forestall her father's departure for a few breaths, and Lark knelt to tend the fire.Faendra stepped to Hasmur Ghaunt's side with an understanding smile and murmured, "I know how upsetting this must be for a man as wise as you."Ghaunt blinked at her, then blushed at the thought such a lovely young lass would know something about him.Had she—no, surely not-said "wise"? He cleared his throat."'This'?""This business with the Lords," Faendra said, eyes demurely downcast."You've always been the most understanding of Father's friends.I know he trusts you more than anyone else in the New Day."Her gaze lifted to Ghaunt's face as it drained of color."New—? How—?" he croaked.Faendra patted his arm, then took it and walked him a little away from the doors, snuggling against him.Trembling against her soft warmth, Hasmur Ghaunt made the mistake of looking into her blue, blue eyes and was lost."Father tells us everything, since Mother died," Faendra told him a little sadly."I know he was worried that Whaelshod and Lhamphur didn't believe him.Did he tell you why he thinks the Lords are watching him?"Master Ghaunt blinked."Y-yes.He showed us all.""Showed you?"Faendra raised her eyebrows and turned her face to his in mute appeal, and Hasmur Ghaunt blushed vividly and stammered, "Y-you're right: Jarago pressed him to say why he's so sure the Lords are watching him, and Var—uh, your father, showed us a little charm he found in a tunnel near one of his worksites: A Black Helm token, of the sort Lord Piergeiron passes out as marks of his favor!""In a tunnel," Faendra echoed soothingly, looking very serious."Aye—yes—err—ah, a tunnel your father swore wasn't on any map he, a master stonemason, has access to, so.""So it must be one of the secret tunnels the Lords use to keep an eye on honest men like you and Father," Faendra breathed, her wide eyes very close to Ghaunt's.He trembled in her grasp like a rabbit on the verge of fleeing.Then there was a familiar roar from behind them both, and Master Hasmur Ghaunt tore free with a high-pitched stammer of apologies and fled, gone down the street in a scampering instant."Stop teasing the man, Faen!" Varandros Dyre growled, stamping up to his favorite daughter."You've been making men blush like lasses since your twelfth winter, but Ghaunt has work to do, and 'tisn't seemly, a daughter of mine reducing a grown man to gabbling, in a public street!""Father," Faendra said reproachfully."That's hardly fair! Master Ghaunt's like an uncle to us.He's the only one who has time for our jokes, and he's polite when we—""Yes, yes," her father agreed curtly."Now get in there and clean the place up! Mind you bar the door and keep behind it, and have the place spotless before highsun; I'll send some of my men then to escort you home.You're not to go traipsing around on your own.What with footpads and wandering nobles, this ward isn't safe for young gels to be flouncing through unguarded!"Faendra knew when it was time to meekly agree—whatever her actual intentions might be—and give her father a quick hug and kiss.This was one such time.Then he was off down the street like a thunderstorm afoot, and she and Lark were settling the bar into place.Naoni came down the last few steps, her face thoughtful."I recall once," she said slowly, "Father having dealings with an old tunnel-repairer, one Thandar Buckblade.Remember, Faen?"Faendra shook her head."Father has dealings with lots of old men.I get tired of their winks and leers.Some are so old they can't even whistle, and they just wheeze at me!"Lark rolled her eyes."Don't be so quick to dismiss old men.There can be snow on the roof and fire in the loins.""This Buckblade," Naoni said firmly, "was a dwarf of Dock Ward.Father said he knew everything under the cobbles of the city.Everything.He retired years ago."Lark frowned."And you think we should go and ask this Buckblade about the Lords' secret tunnels? If he was in the habit of giving away the Lords' secrets, how did he live long enough to retire?""Perhaps his reaction will tell us something.""And if he gets angry and demands to know where you got this foolheaded notion?""I.I'll tell him I overheard Mirt the Moneylender talking about the tunnels when he was drunk—and claiming he was a Lord, too!"Lark shrugged to the accompaniment of Faendra's long, low whistle of appreciation, and said reluctantly, "That should work, but make it his servant, not Mirt himself.Who'd believe the Old Wolf a loose-tongued drunkard?" When Naoni nodded, she added, "So where exactly do we find this dwarf?""On our shopping next morn, we can ask some of the men Father trades with if they know where Buckblade lives, and then go see him after our highsun rounds the day after."Faendra's nod was as eager as her grin was wide."Mistresses, it seems adventure awaits," Lark said dryly, "but first things first: While fortune may favor the bold, masters pay the tidy and hardworking.Hand me that mop [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]