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.At least this would be the last time, he thought, as the calash drew up to hisfather s house. Stay here, he told Captain Pevus. My father, the senator, won tappreciate soldiers traipsing through his garden.Jera? Arman walked in silence up the long drive. Don t like your father much? Jera asked. No.This is going to be very unpleasant, I m sorry. Jera clasped his shoulder. Never mind.At least I don t speak Prijian.I ve been ratherglad of that over the last day. Arman rather wished he didn t speak it either.He was kept waiting like a commontradesmen for an unnecessarily long time before being summoned to the drawing room. Ah, I wondered when you d dare show your face, his father said without any pretence ofwelcome. And who in hells is this? This, father, is Jera, my protection, and the principle reason I dare show my faceanywhere.I ve come to see Tir Mari, and to inform you of how I intend to dispose of myaffairs here in Utuk. So it s true you re really going to run off and live with the savages.Gods, when Iheard that, I thought Vilkus had gone mad.What s possessed you to throw away everythingof importance to yourself? Discovering they weren t important at all, actually.And discovering the savagesoffer a damn sight more than I could ever have in Kuprij.You have no reason to regret it,surely.I m just the second son, he said with some venom, his sorrow over losing Karustransmuting into bitter anger that even at this last moment, his own father couldn t summonup a shred of politeness at the departure of his child. A second son and ever a disappointment, his father spat back. The very image ofyour mother with none of her sweet nature.Gods, how she must be watching you withsorrow, seeing how you grew into such a sullen, sour child, and now a cursed traitor.Whyyou couldn t have been more like Tijus, I ll never know. No, I don t suppose you ever will, father, if you can t understand how a child of eight might want more than to be shoved aside as an unwanted distraction.Please have Tir Marisent for, and do me the courtesy of listening to what I have to say, so I don t waste our timemore than we need to. His father glared, but rang a bell for a servant to find Loke s mother. And what willyou do in Darshek? Plot more treason? I m not going to Darshek.I m going to live in a tiny little village in the middle ofnowhere to work a farm with my handsome male lover, and not regret leaving this island,or you, for an instant. His father laughed mockingly. Oh, marvellous.When you make a fool of yourself,you do it in style, don t you.You surely don t really believe the Darshianese can hold us atbay.If Kita agrees to this nonsense, it will only be until we properly plan the destruction ofDarshek. Oh, yes? He turned to Jera. My honoured parent would like a closer view of theceiling. Jera grinned. Right you are. Arman watched his father rise from the floor and listened to his outragedexpostulations, completely unmoved. Careful, father.Jera could just as easily send youthrough the ceiling as float you near it or simply bring the entire house down around yourears. He looked at the mind-mover. Put him down.Be gentle if you can be bothered. As you wish. Jera dumped Arman s father into a chair and smiled politely. I hope you enjoyed theride, he said with a cheeky smile.Arman s father spoke Darshianese quite well, and the remark infuriated him evenmore. You damned, insolent.I should have you flogged! I don t advise you to try it, Arman warned.The door opened, and Mari came in.Arman and his father hastily stopped glaring ateach other, and he made the effort to smile at her. Arman! How wonderful to see you but I heard.I thought you were leaving. Arman took her hand and led her to a chair. Yes, Tir Mari, I am.I ve come to delivera message, and to ask a great favour of you.You know Karus died? Yes, I was so sorry to hear about that, she said quietly. I went to his funeral, his father said. Where you should have been.You should havespoken for him.The gods know what you owed that man. Arman gritted his teeth. Since I was technically a prisoner of war at that point, andsince even you could hardly pretend I arranged Her Serenity to send me to Darshian merelyto avoid Karus-pei s funeral, I don t think your point carries any validity, father.Kindlyallow me to continue. Mari looked rather shocked at the display of ill-feeling, something Arman and hisfather had always managed to keep from her.He was sorry she had to see it now. Tir Mari,Karus left me all his possessions, including the house, and asked me to look after hisservants, but I can t do that living in Darshek [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.At least this would be the last time, he thought, as the calash drew up to hisfather s house. Stay here, he told Captain Pevus. My father, the senator, won tappreciate soldiers traipsing through his garden.Jera? Arman walked in silence up the long drive. Don t like your father much? Jera asked. No.This is going to be very unpleasant, I m sorry. Jera clasped his shoulder. Never mind.At least I don t speak Prijian.I ve been ratherglad of that over the last day. Arman rather wished he didn t speak it either.He was kept waiting like a commontradesmen for an unnecessarily long time before being summoned to the drawing room. Ah, I wondered when you d dare show your face, his father said without any pretence ofwelcome. And who in hells is this? This, father, is Jera, my protection, and the principle reason I dare show my faceanywhere.I ve come to see Tir Mari, and to inform you of how I intend to dispose of myaffairs here in Utuk. So it s true you re really going to run off and live with the savages.Gods, when Iheard that, I thought Vilkus had gone mad.What s possessed you to throw away everythingof importance to yourself? Discovering they weren t important at all, actually.And discovering the savagesoffer a damn sight more than I could ever have in Kuprij.You have no reason to regret it,surely.I m just the second son, he said with some venom, his sorrow over losing Karustransmuting into bitter anger that even at this last moment, his own father couldn t summonup a shred of politeness at the departure of his child. A second son and ever a disappointment, his father spat back. The very image ofyour mother with none of her sweet nature.Gods, how she must be watching you withsorrow, seeing how you grew into such a sullen, sour child, and now a cursed traitor.Whyyou couldn t have been more like Tijus, I ll never know. No, I don t suppose you ever will, father, if you can t understand how a child of eight might want more than to be shoved aside as an unwanted distraction.Please have Tir Marisent for, and do me the courtesy of listening to what I have to say, so I don t waste our timemore than we need to. His father glared, but rang a bell for a servant to find Loke s mother. And what willyou do in Darshek? Plot more treason? I m not going to Darshek.I m going to live in a tiny little village in the middle ofnowhere to work a farm with my handsome male lover, and not regret leaving this island,or you, for an instant. His father laughed mockingly. Oh, marvellous.When you make a fool of yourself,you do it in style, don t you.You surely don t really believe the Darshianese can hold us atbay.If Kita agrees to this nonsense, it will only be until we properly plan the destruction ofDarshek. Oh, yes? He turned to Jera. My honoured parent would like a closer view of theceiling. Jera grinned. Right you are. Arman watched his father rise from the floor and listened to his outragedexpostulations, completely unmoved. Careful, father.Jera could just as easily send youthrough the ceiling as float you near it or simply bring the entire house down around yourears. He looked at the mind-mover. Put him down.Be gentle if you can be bothered. As you wish. Jera dumped Arman s father into a chair and smiled politely. I hope you enjoyed theride, he said with a cheeky smile.Arman s father spoke Darshianese quite well, and the remark infuriated him evenmore. You damned, insolent.I should have you flogged! I don t advise you to try it, Arman warned.The door opened, and Mari came in.Arman and his father hastily stopped glaring ateach other, and he made the effort to smile at her. Arman! How wonderful to see you but I heard.I thought you were leaving. Arman took her hand and led her to a chair. Yes, Tir Mari, I am.I ve come to delivera message, and to ask a great favour of you.You know Karus died? Yes, I was so sorry to hear about that, she said quietly. I went to his funeral, his father said. Where you should have been.You should havespoken for him.The gods know what you owed that man. Arman gritted his teeth. Since I was technically a prisoner of war at that point, andsince even you could hardly pretend I arranged Her Serenity to send me to Darshian merelyto avoid Karus-pei s funeral, I don t think your point carries any validity, father.Kindlyallow me to continue. Mari looked rather shocked at the display of ill-feeling, something Arman and hisfather had always managed to keep from her.He was sorry she had to see it now. Tir Mari,Karus left me all his possessions, including the house, and asked me to look after hisservants, but I can t do that living in Darshek [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]