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.How big was this operation?I d seen six runners, all carrying satchels that were moderately heavy, no doubt with silver.Six a day,five days a week.yes, that was a big enough operation to be worth a life here and there.And, yes, the Left Hand was now very definitely involved in an operation that had, until now, beenreserved for the male side of the Jhereg.I picked up different bread and different sausages from a dif-ferent street vendor, returned to my room,and shared the meal with my familiars while I considered matters.The sausage was greasy, but I kind oflike it that way.Loiosh and Rocza daintily picked up the last of the bread-crumbs with their feet, balanced on the otherfoot, and brought them to their mouths.It s the least reptilian thing they do.I love watching them eat. We done for the night, Boss? Not quite.I want to get an idea of how much action is going down in Donner s Court.Theredidn t used to be any at all. I felt something like a psychic sigh. Yeah, I know.You re worked to death.Shut up. I put Sandor back on and walked through the doorway as they flew out the window.Donner s Court was a fair walk from my place, and most of it mildly uphill.The streets twisted here, but were generallywider than in much of Adrilankha, and it had a more prosperous look.This was where Sandor, were hereally a clerk for a slaughterhouse, would be dreaming of living, in his own house purchased with his ownmoney, with a tiny garden.He d grow carrots, peas, and onions, and he d find a fat little wife and raisechildren whom he would teach to respect the Empire above all.If rebellion should happen to break out,he would hide under his bed and he would never exactly tell his children that the poverty all around themwas the fault of the poor, but he would talk a great deal about personal responsibility.Not, youunderstand, that I particularly give a damn about the poor; but at least I can be a bastard withouthypocrisy.Sandor, though, would be extremely proud of his peas, terrified of everything beyond theconfines of his yard, and I d hang myself within six weeks.These, at any rate, were Sandor s thoughts as he made his way up the gentle inclines of SouthAdrilankha to the Donner s Court district.There was little street traffic, and most of that by footcabs,because footcabs are seen as a sign of almost-wealth, ly-ing somewhere between walking and owning acoach.The almost-wealthy are always more concerned with appearances than either of the extremes.The Donner s Court area takes its name from a fairly small courtyard which is all that is left of what wasonce a sizable temple to Barlen, built, oddly enough, by an Easterner named Donner.A street namedHarvoth leads into the court, and various shrines and altars to different deities line the quarter of a milebetween the court and Donner s Circle, where the local market is.This evening, there were a few peoplepraying or making small offerings at these altars, and that seemed to be almost the only activ-ity in thearea.If the Left Hand was making money from this district, which they must be because I d seen thedelivery, then I had no idea where it was coming from.I walked along near the shrines, trying to look respectful, and trying to figure out what big moneymakingoperations for the Jhereg could be.There was a sudden movement behind me and to my left, and myhand slipped under my coat to touch the hilt of Lady Teldra, but even as that pleasant, reassuring warmthwent through me I saw that it was only a bird taking flight, and relaxed.I kept my right hand on LadyTeldra s hilt under my coat, just because it was pleasant to be in touch with her.I had seen Morrolan andAliera caressing the hilts of their Great Weapons fairly often; now I understood why.There was a small icon next to me, about four feet in height, in the form of a rounded tower of blackmarble.I rested my left hand on it while I considered matters.This is not important, Taltos Vladamir, let her touch your thoughts as she will.However it maylook, it doesn t matter; let it drift into the shadows where your own demons dance about spots oflight like the laughter of innocence.It doesn t matter, because it is not real.It isn t real? What did you mean when you said it wasn t real, Goddess? I remember now; I rememberyour voice that went past my ears into my head, echoing there, and I don t think you ever intended meto.But I remember the sounds that came like water, to drown me, and I was screaming denials inside myhead, and you just kept droning on and on.Bitch.It was strange seeing Morrolan on his knees.It was stranger when there came a flicker, too clearto be my imagination, running along the length of the sword at which he stared; a sword made ofmarble, and held by a marble hand.Yes.That s right.The statue had its own kind of life, and I intended to ask Morrolan if the spirit ofKieron dwelt within the marble, or if it was a life of another sort.But I never did ask him.Because of that voice? Yes, because of that voice.And there was another voice, too, only for a moment.I m sorry, Uncle Vlad.I have to.But it isn t lost, and you ll have it all back someday.Yes.There it was.And who do I trust now? She sounded so harmless; the epitome of all that could betrusted: sweet and inno-cent.But she was older than I, and she was Verra s granddaughter.I had othermemories of her, too, and many of them came rushing back, begging to be reinterpreted, with all mynatural cynicism let loose on them.And I could feel the part of myself that wasn t crippled fighting it,wanting to believe, fighting through those images as a swimmer fights a strong currentThere is pool of clear water in the Paths of the Dead, before the tall arch that leads to the Hallsof Judgment, and you must immerse yourself in it before you pass through, as if to be purified.Butit does not pu-rify you; it just removes from you that which might balk at accepting what youhave just seen as real.It holds the secrets of the Paths, which is why you are warned not toswallow any of the water.By the time you are dry, you have forgotten how you got wet.Yeah, that s how it began.There, in that pool [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.How big was this operation?I d seen six runners, all carrying satchels that were moderately heavy, no doubt with silver.Six a day,five days a week.yes, that was a big enough operation to be worth a life here and there.And, yes, the Left Hand was now very definitely involved in an operation that had, until now, beenreserved for the male side of the Jhereg.I picked up different bread and different sausages from a dif-ferent street vendor, returned to my room,and shared the meal with my familiars while I considered matters.The sausage was greasy, but I kind oflike it that way.Loiosh and Rocza daintily picked up the last of the bread-crumbs with their feet, balanced on the otherfoot, and brought them to their mouths.It s the least reptilian thing they do.I love watching them eat. We done for the night, Boss? Not quite.I want to get an idea of how much action is going down in Donner s Court.Theredidn t used to be any at all. I felt something like a psychic sigh. Yeah, I know.You re worked to death.Shut up. I put Sandor back on and walked through the doorway as they flew out the window.Donner s Court was a fair walk from my place, and most of it mildly uphill.The streets twisted here, but were generallywider than in much of Adrilankha, and it had a more prosperous look.This was where Sandor, were hereally a clerk for a slaughterhouse, would be dreaming of living, in his own house purchased with his ownmoney, with a tiny garden.He d grow carrots, peas, and onions, and he d find a fat little wife and raisechildren whom he would teach to respect the Empire above all.If rebellion should happen to break out,he would hide under his bed and he would never exactly tell his children that the poverty all around themwas the fault of the poor, but he would talk a great deal about personal responsibility.Not, youunderstand, that I particularly give a damn about the poor; but at least I can be a bastard withouthypocrisy.Sandor, though, would be extremely proud of his peas, terrified of everything beyond theconfines of his yard, and I d hang myself within six weeks.These, at any rate, were Sandor s thoughts as he made his way up the gentle inclines of SouthAdrilankha to the Donner s Court district.There was little street traffic, and most of that by footcabs,because footcabs are seen as a sign of almost-wealth, ly-ing somewhere between walking and owning acoach.The almost-wealthy are always more concerned with appearances than either of the extremes.The Donner s Court area takes its name from a fairly small courtyard which is all that is left of what wasonce a sizable temple to Barlen, built, oddly enough, by an Easterner named Donner.A street namedHarvoth leads into the court, and various shrines and altars to different deities line the quarter of a milebetween the court and Donner s Circle, where the local market is.This evening, there were a few peoplepraying or making small offerings at these altars, and that seemed to be almost the only activ-ity in thearea.If the Left Hand was making money from this district, which they must be because I d seen thedelivery, then I had no idea where it was coming from.I walked along near the shrines, trying to look respectful, and trying to figure out what big moneymakingoperations for the Jhereg could be.There was a sudden movement behind me and to my left, and myhand slipped under my coat to touch the hilt of Lady Teldra, but even as that pleasant, reassuring warmthwent through me I saw that it was only a bird taking flight, and relaxed.I kept my right hand on LadyTeldra s hilt under my coat, just because it was pleasant to be in touch with her.I had seen Morrolan andAliera caressing the hilts of their Great Weapons fairly often; now I understood why.There was a small icon next to me, about four feet in height, in the form of a rounded tower of blackmarble.I rested my left hand on it while I considered matters.This is not important, Taltos Vladamir, let her touch your thoughts as she will.However it maylook, it doesn t matter; let it drift into the shadows where your own demons dance about spots oflight like the laughter of innocence.It doesn t matter, because it is not real.It isn t real? What did you mean when you said it wasn t real, Goddess? I remember now; I rememberyour voice that went past my ears into my head, echoing there, and I don t think you ever intended meto.But I remember the sounds that came like water, to drown me, and I was screaming denials inside myhead, and you just kept droning on and on.Bitch.It was strange seeing Morrolan on his knees.It was stranger when there came a flicker, too clearto be my imagination, running along the length of the sword at which he stared; a sword made ofmarble, and held by a marble hand.Yes.That s right.The statue had its own kind of life, and I intended to ask Morrolan if the spirit ofKieron dwelt within the marble, or if it was a life of another sort.But I never did ask him.Because of that voice? Yes, because of that voice.And there was another voice, too, only for a moment.I m sorry, Uncle Vlad.I have to.But it isn t lost, and you ll have it all back someday.Yes.There it was.And who do I trust now? She sounded so harmless; the epitome of all that could betrusted: sweet and inno-cent.But she was older than I, and she was Verra s granddaughter.I had othermemories of her, too, and many of them came rushing back, begging to be reinterpreted, with all mynatural cynicism let loose on them.And I could feel the part of myself that wasn t crippled fighting it,wanting to believe, fighting through those images as a swimmer fights a strong currentThere is pool of clear water in the Paths of the Dead, before the tall arch that leads to the Hallsof Judgment, and you must immerse yourself in it before you pass through, as if to be purified.Butit does not pu-rify you; it just removes from you that which might balk at accepting what youhave just seen as real.It holds the secrets of the Paths, which is why you are warned not toswallow any of the water.By the time you are dry, you have forgotten how you got wet.Yeah, that s how it began.There, in that pool [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]