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really rather you didn t give him any.
Kela, immersed in the scroll, said in fascination, Do these powders
work the same every time?
If you mix them exactly right. For the first time Samael sounded
anxious as he said, Will you print my book?
Before Kela could say anything, Daev drawled, I m not sure. It s a
great expense to print and sell even short books such as yours.
I don t have much money. Samael gestured behind them to his cart.
If you sell the book, I can sell the powders from the recipes, and then I
could pay you
Kela said suddenly, We thought you were older when you were
walking.
Samael grinned at her. I try to look older on the road. Keeps people
away.
We saw the scroll at your belt, Daev said thoughtfully. It looked like
a scabbard. I thought you were a veteran of campaigns.
Kela went on quickly, Daev, could he act in your new play? You said
we needed one more person
You wouldn t have to pay me, Samael broke in. I d do it in barter
for your printing the book
And he could help with the sets, and you know he could turn that flash
powder into a stage effect
All right. As long as he can learn to act.
Kela looked admiringly at Samael. He can play the lover. I m sure
he d be perfect.
Ah, Daev said, startled. He dropped the subject and stared ahead,
brooding.
Is something wrong? Samael asked politely.
Mmm? No, everything s fine for now. Daev played with the reins
restlessly. But if you found us by tracking the books we ve sold, who else
could?
Scene 2: A Conference in Shadows
Old Staffling: Don t laugh at me, young cream-faced fools.
I ve fought a dragon with this stick, and jammed the
screaming gears of gnomes machines, and stood as tall as
any Solamnian Knight on the fields of war. When I smile,
you should scream. When I blink, you should look for
danger.
The Book of Love, act 1, scene 2.
Palak nicked his cape around himself and his bundle as he descended
the dark, stained stairs. Why, he thought petulantly, does he do these
things underground?
It was a real concern for him. As leader of the Joyous Faithful Guard,
he would have preferred that every penitent confess as publicly as
possible, not in chains somewhere far from the people who would be
encouraged by repentance.
He knew the answer to his question, though. This man was
underground because he liked to do his business underground. No one had
ordered him to come up because they were all more than a little afraid of
him.
Even Palak, fanatical as he was, hesitated at the iron door before
rapping on it and calling out, Tulaen.
A voice said calmly, I m with a penitent. Wait.
Palak, sitting on the bottom step, wrapped part of his cape around his
head, put his hands over his ears, and waited for the screaming to stop. It
took longer than he thought strictly necessary, but he wasn t about to
interrupt.
The calm voice said, All right. The door opened, and Palak faced a
large, bald man with a drooping mustache. I ll be right with you, the
man said.
Palak came in. Tulaen had washed his hands in a bowl and was drying
them, looking thoughtfully at the dead woman. Palak glanced at all four
corners of the room rather than looking at the woman.
Palak said, What is it that is attractive about this work? Is it the joyous
moment when, in tears, they confess?
Not really. I can postpone that indefinitely.
Ah. Palak considered. What did you do before you came here?
Tulaen s face clouded over. I lived with a family. I think it was my
family. He shook his head. Well, there s no bringing them back.
Palak swallowed and changed the subject tactfully. Tulaen, I ve come
to offer you an opportunity to advance the Faith. He waited for a nod or a
meaningful look. When none came he went on nervously, There was a
young cleric named Daev . . .
I heard, Tulaen said neutrally. Wrote books, didn t he? Heresies. He
should have been burned alive at the stake, but he s disappeared. He
shook his head. Very sad.
Well, Palak went on hurriedly, looking into the empty, patient eyes
of the torturer, we have evidence that he s alive.
Evidence?
Palak raised the bundle he had been carrying and slapped it on the
table, tugging the cord undone. He lifted the books one at a time, reading
the titles angrily. The Dangers of Fanaticism. Medicine: Is it More
Effective than Prayer? Oh, here s a nice one: 7s Truth Absolute?
Tulaen picked up the bottom book and leafed through it. Follies of the
Faithful, Illustrated. Nice drawings. He held it open for Palak. Tell me,
how can that look like you and like a swine at the same time?
I want you to find him and kill him, quickly, Palak snapped.
Tulaen gestured to the dead woman. I don t kill quickly.
Palak looked automatically, then looked away in spite of himself.
Granted. Just be certain you kill him. An entire faith falls if you fail.
More importantly, I fail. Tulaen regarded Palak. I promise you, I
won t. He stuck out a huge palm. Pay up front.
Shouldn t you come back and prove to me you ve done it?
My word is good. No one has doubted me before. He smiled gently at
the dead woman, then back at Palak. Do you really want me coming
back?
Palak handed him all the money.
Scene 3: The Village of Xak Faoleen
Love is a book, and every single page And line and
metaphor and simile Means less and less, unless you read
in me And read me more and more. And so engage In
reading romance, promises and sighs: I read them raptly in
your reading eyes. The Book of Love, act 2, scene 1.
Samael passed the notebook to Kela, who stared at him open-mouthed.
Nicely read, Daev conceded. Clear, loud enough didn t drop the
ends of your lines and very passionate. Somehow he had hoped Samael
would need more coaching at love lines.
Perfect, Kela breathed. She shook her head hastily. Oops, I m sorry.
Now you want me to do my lines?
Daev murmured, That would be nice.
She glanced down, closed the book and held it out to Samael as
Sharmaen was to hold the prop book. No, sir, I beg you, read more
carefully,
But you have skimmed the matter here, and missed
The subject I have worshipfully kissed
Whenever I discerned him
The scene went on until they kissed passionately over the book, then let
the book slide to the stage floor. Samael, being taller, practically wrapped
himself around Kela.
Daev, as the jealous father Stormtower, rushed in and pulled the lovers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
