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She hadn’t stopped crying since she had come back into her room. There was no consolation that anyone could offer that made the hard, cold spot that had formed in her melt and go away. Laun could not stop crying.
“All I wanted to do was hit him on the head.” Edgar was both serious and trying to make Laun smile. She barely looked up at him and the tears were still flowing. Her eyes were red and puffy, her voice, when she talked, gravely. There was enough snot coming out of her nose to saturate several cloths since she had started.
She blew her nose again and said, “All I could see was his body floating in the river, going past Falmir’s people as a warning. It made me happy to think it.” She had a sobbing fit and couldn’t continue.
Geralk was sitting in one of the chairs that had been in the corner. It was next to the bed, the mat having been moved. He shook his head in amazement. “I’m just glad you have never been angry at me. You took a fourth class assassin to his knees without really trying.” He looked at her anguish. It was plain and open, as she usually was. “There are Master gatherers who would be at your feet right now.”
That made Laun twitch a smile, but then the tears came out and made it a frown.
Edgar held her. It was all he could do. He had tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted that if anything was to happen to the man they had captured, that she would do it. She had asked that he be taken as long of a way to the chamber of death as possible so she could gather and prepare. She had brought props that she had not used, planned for things that did not happen. But what had happened had flowed and had shown a skill, a side of her that the others in the room shuddered at. »Read More