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113 - Damned if I Do

I rose early every day now… to do everything I needed before Father rose to dress and I had to be at his bedside to assist in the Divine Rising. I would do my 1010s and clean myself and be dressed while Binshala offered me my morning kaf. I'd run down to Father's Chambers to be there before he woke, or chose to rise. I'd take my place in amongst the court, quietly murmuring good mornings,

Author's Note

Hey guys,I've posted early because I have the CT scan this afternoon. A new experience!I'll let you all know when I get some results.Have fun reading!

112 - Planting Seeds

I went down to my secret place to think, taking off my shoes to honour Misahis. I looked around my hoard and I think… perhaps I could hide the Haians down here? If I could get them out of the dungeons? I quail at the idea. Getting them out of the cells in the first place. Getting them past my own Mahid guards in the White Corridor. Getting them down here. Water. Food. Getting them out

111 - Swinging

I'm so hot. I see foam on my shoulders as I strain against the horse-collar. I put my head down and struggle against the enormous weight I'm trying to pull. I dig my hooves in and they slip, screeching on the marble. The whip cracks threateningly. My mouth is plugged with the bar of the bit and I can say nothing, scream no words of protest. I'm supposed to pull the whole Marble Palace.

110 - Behind the garderobe door, end.

"Ser Menden. Did your one piece on the Yeola-e war… the one about Lakans outside Vae Arahi being where they should not be… did it get you into any trouble? I would have thought it would." He sipped a little deeper before answering me. "Spark of the Sun's Ray... um… this one… received a – gentle warning that Arko's brilliant Generals were sacrosanct." "Oh, I agree entirely." He

109 - Behind the garderobe door

It was a full eight day later before I could send a dinner invitation to Sinimas, which was probably a good thing. He would never connect a boy in a bar one night to the Heir to the Crystal Throne, unless I specifically told him. Which, of course, I did not intend to. Antras… I found easier to be with, since I forced him to take me out in disguise. Sometimes I would find a smile, or the

108 - A Hot Metal Evening

Antras tried to look casual, his hair clubbed up so no one could see its true length, sipping at his beer. "Min—akis…why?" He paused a moment, then dropped his voice even more. "why… fessas?" It was a good sign he dared ask. I scooted forward and re-filled his mug before topping up mine. "Aitzas… too close…solas… I don't have enough training. Fessas… can be smart." I whispered. "

Author's Note

Sorry I'm late tonight guys. 12:55 tonight. I'll post later on today as well, of course.I have to drop off a test request back to the Dr. Friday... it's for a CT scan of my head. There's probably nothing but I've been fighting dizziness and disorientation for a bit over a week. Doc think's I'm one of the worried well but is checking to make sure after the car accident. A lesion in the brain

107 - Hot Metal

I tried to slide into the servant disguise and role again next morning, around the same time. Binshala walked in as I hefted a stack of books. "Fessas lad." I turned to her respectfully, she was a senior servant, I reminded myself. I couldn't have a better test of my disguise. "How can this' lowly one, aid 't exalted?" That wasn't quite right… its too much, isn't it? "Who ordered

106 - Minakis Akam

The Gybir caravans circled around the clearing, centering on the fire and the Arkan scholar sitting next to it. He had his nose in the air as befitted a learned one. His apprentice held the pad of paper, took all the notes and translated from the rough Enchian of the caravanseri to Arkan. "Are you quite certain that these savages have been answering my questions honestly, Turenas?" "