The God's Wolfling (Children of Myth Book 2) by Sanderson Cedar

Author:Sanderson, Cedar [Sanderson, Cedar]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Stonycroft Publishing
Published: 2014-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“I need you to answer questions we have forgotten how to ask.” Mac’Lir carefully turned a page in the book. “This, I can grasp, answer, and fight against. But what secrets lie elsewhere, I cannot. You, perhaps, can. Magic; as you say, technology.”

That word sounded odd coming from him, as he didn’t pronounce it quite correctly.

“So I am going to be looking at technology,” she asked, wanting clarity, “when I get where you send me... us?”

All of them were paying attention now. Mac’Lir looked around the room, at five sets of bright eyes. “I am not sending all of you, fear not, little daughter.”

He was addressing Deirdre, who nodded a little. Then he spoke to Linn again.

“Yes, but you may not recognize it. You must strain your imagination, I expect.” Mac’Lir walked toward the door. “You will leave tomorrow afternoon. I am not sending you until your mother gives me leave, but I cannot wait much longer.”

“I’m ready.” Linn told him.

He paused in the doorway, looking down at her. “I know you are, brave girl.”

He was gone before Linn could respond. “I’m no hero.”

Deirdre snorted from her chair. “Yes, you are.”

“What? All I did was charge headlong into a fight. I’m not even supposed to be in a battle, the grown-ups have worked hard enough to protect all of us kids.” Linn stood up and winced as her leg pulled on the regrowing muscle.

“You were spectacularly heroic in battle.” Dee pointed out, laughing. “Dancing on a troll?”

“I wasn’t dancing! Merrick...” Linn turned to him.

“Unh-uh. I was under the darned thing.” He raised his injured hand, fending her off. “Hey, ow!”

Linn had batted him on the back of the head. “Why didn’t you tell me that before? I didn’t mean to drop a troll on you.”

“Linn, you didn’t mean to, but it was the only thing you could have done.” Blackie broke in. “Well, okay, you could have run away like a smart person...”

Merrick laughed. “I’m not mad at you, Linn. If you hadn’t dropped it on me, it would have smashed me flatter.”

Linn shivered. “I’m trying really hard not to think too much about the whole scene. I could have lost any of you. And I kept looking down... for Dee.”

Linn walked over to her friend and knelt by the chair. “I was so afraid I’d find you, or Spot, out there.”

“I was sensibly hiding in the wine cellar, with all who could not sally forth. I know my limitations.” Dee’s lip wobbled, betraying her calm tone.

“You’re the smart one of us.” Linn reassured her. “It was a stinky, beastly, painful experience.”

“Yeah.” Merrick unfolded himself from the chair. “You’re lucky you were out of it. Look, Dee, you’re the brain. I haven’t known you long, but you have more smarts than... well, okay, maybe not more than Linn. But different.”

“So you’re the brawn?” Deirdre giggled. “You are smart too. C’mon, Blackie, what are you?”

“Oh, I’m lazy.” The tall boy sprawled out in his chair. “I was running for the gate.

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