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Silver Dawn - 03
Set had tried hard not to sleep, but the heat from the water had relieved aches in places he hadn't known he was hurting, and after a thorough scrubbing to remove all the dirt from months of unwilling neglect, he was far too comfortable to consider leaving the water. After futile struggling, he gave into sleep and knew nothing for a long time.
Then something roused him, and he pried his heavy eyelids open to find himself sitting on a small bench to one side of the deep tub, half clothed. Something was toweling his hair, and he nearly drifted off again, it felt so good. It took a moment before he realized that he didn't want someone to help him, and he stood abruptly.
Spinning, he found Shiru standing with a damp towel in his hands and beaming at him. "You've been in here a while. I was worried, so I came and tried to wake you, but you were very soundly sleeping." Shiru was now dressed in a white night robe, finely embroidered with glistening silver thread in intricate designs.
Silver Dawn - 02
Shiru's home was among the trees, but the trees were much closer than Set had initially thought them to be. It should have taken at least an hourprobably moreto reach the forest border, but somehowwithout ever realizing they were getting closersuddenly they were there. In fifteen minutes.
The terrain surrounding Shiru's stone cottage was wild, but in a perfect square around the house itself was a manicured lawn with clipped hedges and trees of exacting height. Roseswhite, red and pinkbloomed beneath the shuttered windows. A cobbled path ran straight up to the house, with three steps going up to the polished wood door.
Tentatively Set walked along the cobbled stones, following behind the man who had saved his life.
"Please, come in," Shiru invited, pulling open the door to admit his guest. "My home is yours."
The inside was as immaculate as without. It was larger than the small hut Set had grown up in, and seemed to have rooms bey
Silver Dawn - 01
How had it come to this?
It wasn't the first time the question had occurred to Set. But, he considered as he scrambled behind a large boulder, it might really be the last. He closed his eyes tightly as he heard the heart-wrenching sound of a woman's scream cut short by the sickening slash of a sword; its blade had almost certainly cleaved her head from her neck.
Pressing his back to the cool of the large rock, he tried to reason with himself; to stay calm, though his heart felt like it might beat hard enough against his ribs that it would eventually break through. That might be the best way to go, he morbidly thought with despair. Another scream, this time a man's, made Set's heart falter in its mad race, and his breath caught. The thunderous sounds of hooves against the prairie ground sent rhythmic jolts through his body as he did his best to stay hidden.
The bandits had come out of nowhere. The slave caravan had anticipated attack during their treacherou
Geranie Wars? Part Finale"All right," Crenen said, shrugging again. "We hand it over."
I gawked. What did he have up his figurative sleeve?
Jenen seemed suspicious as well, and he stepped back once. "Don't you dare"
"Tall Strong Jerk hold Sick Nasty Dog in place, yeah?" Crenen ordered of his cousin.
Menen didn't hesitate; he only laced his arms through Jenen's, and pinned the smaller man against himself as Crenen stepped lithely forth, brandishing his torture implement: Geranie.
"Are you serious?" I asked as I sat up, watching in fascinated horror.
Was this the fateful day when I would learn why Jenen despised geranie? I'd always wondered if it affected him especially ill, and thus he avoided it like the plague. In my mind's eye came the involuntary image of him giggling like a little girl, and prancing around with rabbit ears. As we were connected, Jenen also saw the image, and he managed to break away from his dilemma long enough to shoot me a scathing glare. Then he was once more entranced by the Para
Geranie Wars? Part 4"We win again, Tiny Loser Boy," he declared.
Scowling, I opened my mouth to retort, but
Someone at the doorway into my bedroom cleared their throat.
I turned my head at the same time Crenen straightened, and we both laid our eyes on the newcomer. Only that should be plural. There stood Jenen and Menen, twin scowls of their own fixed to their angular faces. Their eyes were glued to the geranie in Crenen's hands.
"This is getting ridiculous," Jenen said, stepping fully into the room, Menen at his heels. "It's four o'clock in the morning, and this is the third time this week you've raised a ruckus over thosethings."
I opened my mouth to argue a case in favor of geranie and how they weren't "things", but Crenen beat me to the punch. Like always.
"Not 'things'," he said. "Best food in whole of Wide Strange World. We think you only jealous we not give you some." His grin stretched nearly to his ears (or so it seemed). "Want?"
"No," Jenen said flatly.
Menen didn't bother
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