Recluce 02 - The The Towers of the Sunset by L. E. Modesitt

Author:L. E. Modesitt [Modesitt, L. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9780812505184
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 1992-04-08T10:00:00+00:00

LXV

CRESLIN WAKES WITH a start. “No. Nooooo . . .”

In the darkness, he jerks upright.

Clunk.

“Ooohh . . .”

“Idiot,” observes Magaera unsympathetically from the lower bunk. She rises and pours a tumbler of juice, her movements in the darkness are sure as Creslin’s.

“Idiot?” protests Creslin. “For what?”

“Nothing. Just for being you.” Her voice is tired rather than harsh. She hands him the tumbler, careful not to touch his hands as she does.

He sips slowly for a time. “Thank you.”

“For what? For calling you an idiot?”

“For the redberry. How late is it?”

“After midnight sometime. Klerris carried you in like a sack of grain.”

Creslin takes another sip of the juice. He hears the sound of heavy rain on the planks overhead.

“How long has it been raining?”

“Ever since you tore those three ships apart.”

Creslin rubs his forehead with his free hand. “You’d better take this.”

“I’m not—” She reaches for the tumbler as she sees him sway, takes it from his limp hand and sets it on the table.

Then she touches his brow lightly, drawing her fingers away at the heat and dampness, wincing at the pain that lances at her as his barriers again dissolve.

Tears streak her cheeks. “Why? Damn you . . . sister dear. Damn you . . .” She rubs her forehead and pulls on a cloak before leaving the cabin and crossing the narrow space to the captain’s cabin to get Klerris again.

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