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Heroes Return
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“The First Lieutenant shouted something, but I couldn’t hear it over the noise of the crowd.
I was thrilled that the tenants were protecting Browne. In High Scape, corporal punishment was a form of entertainment. I didn’t know if I could bear to watch Browne being beaten. If she was going through it, the least I could do was bear witness, but I didn’t think I had the fortitude for it.
Then Fiona was shouting, and I couldn’t hear her, either.
This was getting ridiculous. “Will everyone shut the hell up?” I shouted.
The sudden silence was shocking and gratifying. Who knew I could do that? That had never worked at any other time in my life.”
― Heroes Return
I was thrilled that the tenants were protecting Browne. In High Scape, corporal punishment was a form of entertainment. I didn’t know if I could bear to watch Browne being beaten. If she was going through it, the least I could do was bear witness, but I didn’t think I had the fortitude for it.
Then Fiona was shouting, and I couldn’t hear her, either.
This was getting ridiculous. “Will everyone shut the hell up?” I shouted.
The sudden silence was shocking and gratifying. Who knew I could do that? That had never worked at any other time in my life.”
― Heroes Return
“Stacin wiggled down from his mother’s side on the settee, making her grimace as he obviously hit some tender spots. “Don’t leave the room, pudding,” she said.
I looked at her with surprise at the name with which she had cursed her son. She blushed, so I didn’t tease her. But really, poor Stacin. ”
― Heroes Return
I looked at her with surprise at the name with which she had cursed her son. She blushed, so I didn’t tease her. But really, poor Stacin. ”
― Heroes Return
“Sleeping was a challenge, awkward because of the wrap I wore around my head. That was why I didn’t appreciate Taro’s startled shout early the next morning. “Who died?” I asked in a thick voice.
“Your hair!” he practically shrieked.
My hair had died? “What?”
“Your hair!”
Oh. I guessed it had worked. That gave me a little glow of accomplishment. It didn’t make up for being roused at a ridiculously early hour of the day. “It can’t look that bad.” I snuggled back down in bed.
“Oh no? Take a look in the mirror.”
“I will. When I get up.”
He tapped my forehead, and kept tapping until I opened my eyes. So I could see the strand of hair he’d pulled before them.
It was green.
Green. Not greenish. Not with a green tinge. Green as grass. My hair was green.
With a cry of dismay, I flew from the bed and flung open a window before seeking a mirror. In the bright light of the morning, I looked at my reflection. My hair, every single strand, was the same unrelenting shade of green.
My gods, what had I done?
Taro started laughing. And he didn’t stop. I could have thrown the mirror at him, only it wasn’t mine. “Will you stop?”
“That’s what you get for meddling with what you were born with.”
“It wasn’t supposed to do this.” How could I be seen by anyone like this? My eyebrows were practically gleaming in orange contrast. And the color was thorough, every hair, right to the skull. Green. What was I going to do?
Taro was still collapsed on the bed laughing.
“Keep laughing, my lord,” I said sourly. “You’ll have to go to the market for some hair dye.”
“How do you plan to make me?” he snickered.
“You’ll make me go out like this?” I asked, surprised.
“I think you should have to suffer for doing this without talking to me first.”
“Fine. If that’s the way you want to be about it.” It would be humiliating, of course, but there were worse things in life than green—green!—hair. I would go to the market myself, if I couldn’t wash this out or change it back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Maybe I’ll start a new fashion.”
His laughter stopped abruptly. “You’re going to go walking around with green hair?” He looked appalled.
“I have no choice, do I?”
His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
Oh my gods. My hair was green.”
― Heroes Return
“Your hair!” he practically shrieked.
My hair had died? “What?”
“Your hair!”
Oh. I guessed it had worked. That gave me a little glow of accomplishment. It didn’t make up for being roused at a ridiculously early hour of the day. “It can’t look that bad.” I snuggled back down in bed.
“Oh no? Take a look in the mirror.”
“I will. When I get up.”
He tapped my forehead, and kept tapping until I opened my eyes. So I could see the strand of hair he’d pulled before them.
It was green.
Green. Not greenish. Not with a green tinge. Green as grass. My hair was green.
With a cry of dismay, I flew from the bed and flung open a window before seeking a mirror. In the bright light of the morning, I looked at my reflection. My hair, every single strand, was the same unrelenting shade of green.
My gods, what had I done?
Taro started laughing. And he didn’t stop. I could have thrown the mirror at him, only it wasn’t mine. “Will you stop?”
“That’s what you get for meddling with what you were born with.”
“It wasn’t supposed to do this.” How could I be seen by anyone like this? My eyebrows were practically gleaming in orange contrast. And the color was thorough, every hair, right to the skull. Green. What was I going to do?
Taro was still collapsed on the bed laughing.
“Keep laughing, my lord,” I said sourly. “You’ll have to go to the market for some hair dye.”
“How do you plan to make me?” he snickered.
“You’ll make me go out like this?” I asked, surprised.
“I think you should have to suffer for doing this without talking to me first.”
“Fine. If that’s the way you want to be about it.” It would be humiliating, of course, but there were worse things in life than green—green!—hair. I would go to the market myself, if I couldn’t wash this out or change it back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Maybe I’ll start a new fashion.”
His laughter stopped abruptly. “You’re going to go walking around with green hair?” He looked appalled.
“I have no choice, do I?”
His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
Oh my gods. My hair was green.”
― Heroes Return
“You don’t speak of the royalty with respect,” said Pedulla. “That’s unusual.”
“Is it?”
“Very. What did the royal family do to make you speak of them so?”
“Nothing.” Besides pulling us this way and that, the bastards. “I was being inappropriate. I’m like that sometimes.”
“Not an admirable trait in a Shield,” he chided me.
Oh, go to hell. What did he know? Had he ever had to deal directly with royalty?”
― Heroes Return
“Is it?”
“Very. What did the royal family do to make you speak of them so?”
“Nothing.” Besides pulling us this way and that, the bastards. “I was being inappropriate. I’m like that sometimes.”
“Not an admirable trait in a Shield,” he chided me.
Oh, go to hell. What did he know? Had he ever had to deal directly with royalty?”
― Heroes Return
“Maybe we shouldn’t live here,” I found myself saying.
“Don’t start that again. We’ve been posted here.”
“No, I mean maybe we shouldn’t live in this house.”
“Where else would we live?”
“I’m sure we could find an inn or something.” That was what Pairs often did.
“And we would tell my cousin what as we throw her hospitality back in her face?”
“Blame it on artistic temperament.”
“Mine, I suppose.”
“We can claim it’s mine, if you want. I don’t care.” Actually, it would irk me a little, but that was better than having Taro tied in knots all the time.
He snorted. “You must be really worried about me if you’re willing to admit to any kind of emotional turmoil.”
Hey, was he trying to claim I actually had emotional turmoil? He was the moody one. “Your mother lives right next door, Taro. I’m more than willing to put some space between us and her.”
“Oh, my gods.” He put a hand over his eyes. “Her.”
Actually, I found it strange that she hadn’t come over yet, but I didn’t say so. Speaking it out loud, I feared most irrationally, might actually make it happen.
“I don’t think we should move,” said Taro. “It makes sense for us to be here. It is the place that has the most empty space, and we’re family. I’m just being ridiculous. You’re supposed to smack me up the back of the head and tell me to be sensible.”
“You’re too far away.”
― Heroes Return
“Don’t start that again. We’ve been posted here.”
“No, I mean maybe we shouldn’t live in this house.”
“Where else would we live?”
“I’m sure we could find an inn or something.” That was what Pairs often did.
“And we would tell my cousin what as we throw her hospitality back in her face?”
“Blame it on artistic temperament.”
“Mine, I suppose.”
“We can claim it’s mine, if you want. I don’t care.” Actually, it would irk me a little, but that was better than having Taro tied in knots all the time.
He snorted. “You must be really worried about me if you’re willing to admit to any kind of emotional turmoil.”
Hey, was he trying to claim I actually had emotional turmoil? He was the moody one. “Your mother lives right next door, Taro. I’m more than willing to put some space between us and her.”
“Oh, my gods.” He put a hand over his eyes. “Her.”
Actually, I found it strange that she hadn’t come over yet, but I didn’t say so. Speaking it out loud, I feared most irrationally, might actually make it happen.
“I don’t think we should move,” said Taro. “It makes sense for us to be here. It is the place that has the most empty space, and we’re family. I’m just being ridiculous. You’re supposed to smack me up the back of the head and tell me to be sensible.”
“You’re too far away.”
― Heroes Return
