(no subject)

[hippodamio]

"Lady," says the lad of about fourteen, dressed in his red doeskin hunting-suit and sandals, "I think I have almost had done with the task you set me. There are yet twenty pages in the book to commit to memory, but I hve fixed the rest- and what is more, I've understood them, I think. Please, forgive me when I say that I shall not read any more of Sonezu today. I won't have room for anything else in my thoughts if I do."

He bows to the Bar and receives a plate of cheese and bread and greenstuff for his pains; it seems enough to satisfy him, if only because he takes it to one of the nearby tables without complaint, and a rat brings him a cup of what smells like wine after.

Comments

[walksthebounds]

"Oh, no, not anything like that," Jamie says, and then amends, "well - there was that once."

You'd think someone would have mentioned how touchy those priestesses were about people catching a night's sleep in their sacred grove. It wasn't like there was even a sign.

"Mostly I just hang around, and then the gods give me a nudge when they want me to shove off."

It used to rankle, talking about Them as gods, but he's long past that stage now.