Chapter 21 book 3 is live
The Wielding of Power:
The murmuring voices did not wish to be interrupted indeed, as they belonged to Miss Aneen and Mister Jenks. They sat companionably by her hearth, she in her wing chair, he on the floor leaning against her thigh. Her early fire had died to a few coals; the dawn had been chill, but the morning was turning into a warm spring day.
“A fine time to open your door to me, ma’am, in the middle of the day,” he said, relaxing against her.
“A fine time to knock, thou saucy thing,” she replied. “Where’s thy master?”
“Closeted with his tutor, as usual on Vennadays. I’m a bit at loose ends. His wardrobe is in impeccable condition even by my standards. I’m due at the training salon after I serve luncheon, but until then, I’ve nothing to do.”
“Nor do I, for a little while at least,” she said, passing her hand affectionately over his neat head. “And sitting here with thee is a fair sight better than fending off that Pennik Palks, the creature. I’ll have to have stronger words with him at this rate.”
“Shall I have a word with him?” said Jenks.
Britt laughed. “I sailed with His Majesty alone for nigh-on ten years, Standfast, and another five before! Think thee on that! I can take care of myself. All I need is my tongue, and if that ain’t enough, I have a fine wooden spoon and a finer right arm.”
The murmuring voices did not wish to be interrupted indeed, as they belonged to Miss Aneen and Mister Jenks. They sat companionably by her hearth, she in her wing chair, he on the floor leaning against her thigh. Her early fire had died to a few coals; the dawn had been chill, but the morning was turning into a warm spring day.
“A fine time to open your door to me, ma’am, in the middle of the day,” he said, relaxing against her.
“A fine time to knock, thou saucy thing,” she replied. “Where’s thy master?”
“Closeted with his tutor, as usual on Vennadays. I’m a bit at loose ends. His wardrobe is in impeccable condition even by my standards. I’m due at the training salon after I serve luncheon, but until then, I’ve nothing to do.”
“Nor do I, for a little while at least,” she said, passing her hand affectionately over his neat head. “And sitting here with thee is a fair sight better than fending off that Pennik Palks, the creature. I’ll have to have stronger words with him at this rate.”
“Shall I have a word with him?” said Jenks.
Britt laughed. “I sailed with His Majesty alone for nigh-on ten years, Standfast, and another five before! Think thee on that! I can take care of myself. All I need is my tongue, and if that ain’t enough, I have a fine wooden spoon and a finer right arm.”
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