Elizabeth Haydon - Symphony of Ages 04 by Requiem for the Sun

Author:Requiem for the Sun [Sun, Requiem for the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-09-14T14:49:34+00:00

Achmed shook his head. "Perhaps, though I would not say the Firbolg opinion has improved much. And it will take months to wash off this cursed red dust."

The impulse to smile came again, and Rhapsody surrendered to it. "With good reason. But at least there has been some enlightenment on the side of the Yarimese; perhaps it will extend to other humans as well."

'Perhaps. But in my experience, enlightenment has a very short life span. It tends to shrink, not spread. Do you want to say goodbye to Grunthor before we go?"

'Of course. I thought perhaps he might stay for a few days after you and the Bolg leave, get a good rest and have a chance to replenish his stock."

'If he agrees, that's fine; then I only need one more thing from you."

Rhapsody moved deeper into the tent's shade. "Yes?"

'When I have the Lightcatcher assembled, when I believe it is time to test it, or if I need your help determining what it does, will you come?"

Rhapsody inhaled deeply. "You do understand that I am uncomfortable with what you are doing? That I think you should have a greater hesitancy to make use of power you don't fully understand?"

Achmed nodded shortly. "I do. And you do understand that I take nothing in life lightly; therefore, you should trust that I will never employ anything of this nature without absolutely needing to do so."

'I do," Rhapsody said quickly. She reached out and pulled the Bolg king into her arms and embraced him tightly. "And you understand that whenever you need me, I will come." She kissed him on the cheek, hugging him more tightly. "Travel well, and put a little time aside to be happy, Achmed. I know that is something that won't happen unless you specifically schedule it." Achmed chuckled and returned the embrace.

The noise from the townspeople of Yarim had grown into cacophony by the time the Bolg departed.

Another division of Yarimese guards had to be activated to keep the corridor through the streets open; the Bolg rode out from under the tents, without looking back, leaving the lord and lady, the duke, and the giant Sergeant-Major behind.

Moments after the Bolg disappeared from view, a murmur ran through the crowd that was rapidly picked up by more and more voices, until the streets were full of chanting.

'Take down the tent!"

'Where is the water?"

'Show us Entudenin!"

'Water! Give us water!"

Ihrman Karsrick began to shake. He turned to the lord and lady in terror and fury.

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