Ellenessia's Curse Book 1: The Shadow's Seer by Jacobs Fran

Author:Jacobs, Fran [Jacobs, Fran]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Writer's Exchange E-Publishing
Published: 2010-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

I woke before the morning bell and, for a moment, I lay there, enjoying the sensation of lying in warm bed, feeling safe and comfortable, after so many nights on the hard ground in the cold. It was amazing how good it felt. It was something I had really taken for granted and I had to force myself to get up, in the end, and get dressed.

In the sitting room Trellany was already up and washed, sitting by the fire, filing her nails. Her red hair was still damp and loose, and hung around her face in ragged curls. Teveriel was also up, but he wasn't dressed. He was sitting on a chair by the table in his nightshirt, long legs bare and pale, tuning his lute.

"I need a bath," I announced. "I thought it would be nice to get down there early, before anyone else turns up."

"Wait a moment for me to find some clothes," Teveriel said, in a distracted sort of way. "And I'll come with you."

So I waited and Teveriel still didn't move, just went on tuning his lute. I coughed, twice, and then firmly took the lute from his hands.

"Oh." Teveriel laughed. "Sorry. I just wanted to be ready for class and the lute needed some attention."

"We stink," I told him firmly. "I think we need some attention first."

"I agree," Trellany said, not looking up from her nails.

"So ..." I said, jerking my head towards the door of his room.

"Yes. Yes." He uncurled himself from the chair and bounded into his bedroom, returning a moment later, dressed, but with half the laces still undone. Then the three of us set off, through the maze of corridors, towards the bathhouses outside.

There were two bathhouses, one for men and one for women, and while Trellany stood guard outside, we headed in. They were larger and cleaner than I'd expected. It was actually nice to see something clean in White Oaks after all that dust and grime. It felt even nicer to relax in the hot water, wash my curls and remove the very last traces of dirt and the horse smell from my body. I shook my head, mentally, as I scrubbed. How could Teveriel and Trellany have possibly thought that Hazel fancied me? My hair was greasy, my face badly shaved and the smell of horses and days in the saddle still clung to me, despite the wash with cold water that I'd taken in my room. They had to have been teasing me. They couldn't have been being serious about it.

"Thinking about Hazel?" Teveriel asked.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my face flush, betraying that I'd been thinking exactly that.

"Candale, she likes you. We aren't saying this to be cruel to you, or to tease you. It's actually true. She does like you. It's rather sweet."

"No, she doesn't," I replied stubbornly. "For Drakan's sake, when we met yesterday I was dirty and smelly. She couldn't have found me the slightest bit attractive. She was probably just feeling sorry for me, because of the addiction she thinks I have.

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