My fears on that matter allayed, and deck stashed safely in pouch,
I broached the subject for which I had visited her. She took it well,
informing me that it was true, and that the circumstances of Patternfall
had made it an awkward reality. I let the matter drop, for it has truly
never mattered to me, but I suspect that curiosity will one day renew my
interest in this affair. I get a Trump call. It turns out to be my
cousin Laughter. It occurs to me much later that there really should not
be Trump of me lying about. Of course, she's not likely to use mine
again, since I made a total ass of myself. I shall not reveal the content
of this discussion, for it is not my place to share her secrets, but I
explained what I could to the dear lady from my own experience, and the
issue was left on a rather hopeful note. If all goes well, she will sleep
Not half an hour after concluding my synopsis of our conversation,
she came out from my bed chamber and announced that an inadequately
discussed point was given her some frustration. My personal opinion was
that she had not allowed enough time to properly work through the
exercise, but I recalled our final exchange before she had retired for the
evening. She had asked if I would be available to tutor her, should the
subject rouse her interest, and I had replied that I should be honored to
assist so dear a friend. Perhaps she had found the subject to her liking
and was ready to sample of it further. The night's exchange was mutually
Of course, we all knew what her name was going to be, but that's
hardly the point of a christening, is it? The only down side to the day
is my sudden dread about our engagement. I mean, she hasn't even begun to
form opinions yet, right? So, she's going to grow up knowing that she's
stuck with me. This could color her view of me. I got to hold her. I
just can't describe the way I felt, holding my future.
I finally got around to dropping in on Gant in his workroom and
attempted to get a straight answer. Hopefully his proof against power
words is more durable than his wit. Sadly, it does appear as though I
have a more or less permanent speech impediment, which leaves me quite
Apparently Sand gave birth a day or two ago, and I'm not sure why,
but this means that there will be a trial.
I spoke to Random of my fears concerning Sand's trial. At least
he seems to have actually heard what I said...
See, it's springtime on Kolvir, and that means construction can start,
so she kind of thought that it would be nice to see what it was I wanted
from my quarters. The gesture was beautiful, but the fact is that I don't
want to live in Amber. I don't like it there. So I told her that I would
leave it to her superior judgment because I'd hate to have to live with my
own in this matter, which is true. You see, any disability can be lived
So anyway, he eventually forced me to talk, threatening me with
the usual. I told him that I felt he was abusing his sympathy. He seems
okay about it, like he actually cares what I think. For a moment, it made
me remember his father's question to me. While I don't have a degree in
psychology, whatever that means, it does seem as if I may be destined for
the role of chief advisor for Martin, on his ascension. Wherever. Jeez,
and that's the best I can even hope for, too.
Jerk. Expand my horizons, indeed. Martin can keep his Shadow;
I'll stay in Rebma, where I belong.
She's gorgeous, really, but that's not enough reason to go on a
rampage through Shadow, sorry.
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