(eng) L. E. Modesitt - Corean Chronicles 06 by Soarer's Choice

Author:Soarer's Choice [Choice, Soarer's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 55

Mykel sat and looked at the battered wood of the writing desk in the study, then looked up and out through the window at the gray sky, before his eyes dropped to the blank paper on the desk, useless for him at the moment. Although it was Duadi, he had decided to wait another few days to send a report to Colonel Herolt. His arm was immobilized in a splintlike dressing that left him unable to write. If he did dictate a report for Rhystan to draft, he wanted to report that while his shoulder had been injured, he was on the way to recovery. Another reason was that he had little to report, except that the Reillies and Squawts were likely to pose a threat, but had not yet moved, and that the threat from the sandwolves and sanders had increased slightly. “Majer?”

Mykel looked up at the ranker standing in the door. “Got something for you, sir.” The Cadmian’s hands were empty.

“Yes?”

“It’s outside, sir, at the gates. One of the factor’s men said something about half a silver.”

Mykel almost laughed. “That’s what they charge if it doesn’t come by sandox.” He had to fumble with his wallet, because it was on his belt on the right. He hadn’t thought about that when he’d gotten dressed that morning, not when dressing had been such an awkward and laborious effort. Finally, he extended a half-silver coin. “If you’d take care of it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Shortly, the ranker reappeared with an envelope and handed it to Mykel.

“Thank you.” Mykel would have liked to have given him a copper, but that wouldn’t have done at all, not within a military organization.

“My pleasure, sir.” The ranker smiled, then inclined his head in respect, and left.

Mykel looked down at the heavy paper of the envelope, stiff in the fingers of his left hand. On the front was his name, with the words “Commanding, Third Battalion, Cadmian Post, Iron Stem” written beneath in a script he did not recognize. On the back was an ornate seal he recognized, but it was above the phrase: Amaryk, Factor in Tempre for Seltyr Elbaryk. From Rachyla? But not in her hand? Or some sort of notice of something ill happening to her?

Mykel fingered the envelope with his left hand, then transferred it to his right, barely able to hold the heavy paper of the envelope as he used his belt knife in his left hand to slit the paper, avoiding breaking the seal. There was an inside envelope, blank on the exterior, but not sealed. He extracted the single sheet of paper, opened it, and laid it on the writing desk.

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