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Chapter XXI

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Ailis

“Forward command,” he said.

My needle remained in the blue wool.

“That is useful.”

Beren looked at me.

“It explains why we stopped waiting quietly.”

“We were not waiting quietly.”

“That is why I said it would have been useful.”

He smiled.

I looked back at the mantle.

Forward command did not necessarily mean General Aodren. It only meant the group of soldiers whose command he had reportedly been traveling with. Which was not the same thing.

Probably.

I set another stitch. Mounted soldiers
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    AilisMy work meal was a thick slice of bovar pie with roots underneath. I knew bovar now. I knew pie. I knew root. My vocabulary was developing according to sensible priorities. Tovan put the plate down. I sat.The crust cracked beneath my fork. Steam came out. I waited. Yesterday had taught me something. Tovan noticed. He nodded once.I looked at him.“I can learn.”He did not understand.That was unfortunate because it had been an excellent point. The filling had been cooked long enough that the bovar broke apart without needing the knife. There were chopped roots, dark gravy, and something green I recognized from yesterday's egg. I said the Aedrathi word.Tovan looked over.I pointed with my fork.He nodded.Correct.I smiled.He gave me another word.I frowned.He pointed at the gravy.I repeated it.Wrong.Again.Tovan corrected me.Again.His ear moved.I tried once more.Accepted.I ate.A few moments later Halven came through the kitchen opening carrying two pitchers. He said

  • Blue Thread, Silver Scales   Chapter XXXXIII

    AilisMy shift was dry.Completely dry.I pulled it over my head and waited for the cold patch between my shoulders.Nothing.I turned once, checking the back with my hand.Dry.The sleeping shift lay across the bed behind me. I had worn it for one night. That was all.No serving.No spilled drink.No road dust.No washing it quickly and hoping the damp part would not touch anything important.It was also too broad through the shoulders. One side had slipped down twice while I slept. I folded it anyway. The linen was softer than it had been yesterday.Mine.I put it on the bed beside the pillow, then dressed for work.There were advantages, apparently, to owning two pieces of linen.I had discovered one.This seemed dangerous.The black silk was still on my table. I had not touched it after the footman left. That was not entirely true. I had touched the edge. Then the old-gold thread. Then the sample again. Then I had put all of it away because looking at blank silk after dark was a g

  • Blue Thread, Silver Scales   Chapter XXXXII

    AilisThe linen seller had three sleeping shifts hanging from a line near the front.I knew what they were immediately.Loose.Plain.No shaped outer seams.Long enough to reach well below the knee.One had a narrow strip of embroidery at the neck.I did not look at that one.I looked at it once.Then again.No.Plain.I touched the first.Coarse.Not bad.The second was softer.I rubbed the linen between my fingers.Better thread.Closer weave.Still practical.The woman behind the counter said something.I held it against myself.Too wide through the shoulders.Good.Sleeping did not require tailoring.I pointed at it.“How much?”The phrase had become one of my better ones.The woman held up four fingers.Four.I looked at the shift.Four was not terrible.Probably.I had once paid one coin for a book.That was not a useful comparison.Books did not need washing.I checked the seams.Straight.Small enough.The hem had been turned twice.Good.I held up three fingers.The woman sho

  • Blue Thread, Silver Scales   Chapter XXXXI

    AilisThe horned server arrived while I was clearing the last of the midday bowls. I had seen him before.Yesterday.Or the day before. The first two days had involved enough cups that many people had become associated with carrying them. He came through the back with his outer coat folded over one arm. Two short horns swept backward from his hairline, darkening toward their tips. His pointed ears moved slightly when someone near the front called to Maela.Arvek.I knew that much.There had been Arvek among the people moving through the resettlement yard. He hung his coat beside the back door. Then took down an apron.Of course.Another one.He tied it without looking at the strings and said something to Maela.She answered.He laughed.Then glanced at me. I was holding four bowls. He said something. I understood none of it. I looked at the bowls.Perhaps he had an opinion.Everyone here had opinions about bowls.He came closer.Took two from the top of the stack.And walked away.Oh

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    AilisMy shift was dry.Mostly.I discovered the remaining dampness when I pulled it over my head. Cold linen touched the middle of my back. I froze. Then twisted uselessly, as though I might somehow look at it.No.Still damp.I stood beside the bed with my arms halfway through the sleeves and reconsidered several decisions I had made the night before. The first was washing it. The second was owning only one. I finished dressing. The damp patch would dry on me. This was not a solution I intended to become attached to.Downstairs, something sweet was cooking. Every other thought left. I followed the smell. Tovan stood behind the kitchen opening with a shallow pan in front of him. Thick grain porridge filled most of it, but he was spooning dark cooked fruit over the top of each bowl before sending it out. I stopped beside the counter. The fruit shone.Tovan looked up.I looked at the bowls.He looked at me.I pointed.“What?”He said a word.I did not know it.Then another.I knew grai

  • Blue Thread, Silver Scales   Chapter XXXIX

    AilisUpstairs, seventeen coins looked like considerably more money when I spread them across my table.Five.Four.Three.Two.Three.The history of the pile had become complicated. I counted again.Seventeen.Next month’s room would cost twenty.Not yet.The first month was paid. I knew. That did not make twenty stop existing. I touched one coin.A shift.Another.Stockings.Soap.Thread eventually.Food, if I wanted something that did not belong to a workday.I looked toward the shelf.A book.No.The book remained where it was.I had one.Lady Elianor had not yet finished making poor decisions in it. There was no need to purchase more poor decisions until she had completed the current ones.I wrapped the coins in the little linen cloth.Seventeen.Tomorrow I would learn what a plain shift cost.Perhaps stockings too.Soap definitely.I put the bundle back inside my bag. Then looked at Lady Serayne’s parcel. I had been avoiding it. Not because I did not want to begin. The opposite.

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