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.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllikely to catch him napping.But at least this gamble had apparently paid off.Kleitus hadn't blinked andshrugged.He knew about Death's Gate, would almost have had to know about it.Obviously intelligent, a powerful necromancer, such a man would certainly havelooked for and found any ancient records those early Sartan had left.His "opening bid" strategy flashed through Haplo's mind while the prince'ssplattered blood was still warm on the Patryn's rune-covered skin.The dynast had recovered his composure, was affecting indifference."Yourcorpse will provide me with whatever information I might require, includinginformation about this so-called Death's Gate.""It might," Haplo countered."Or it might not.My magic is kin to yours,that's true, but different.Far different.Necromancy has never been practicedamong my people and there could be a reason for it.Once the brain thatcontrols these sigla" he held up his arm "is dead, the magic dies.Unlike you,my physical being is inextricably bound with the magic.Separate one from theother and you may have a cadaver who can't even remember its name, much lessanything else.""What makes you think we care what you remember?""Ships, to find Death's Gate.Those were the words you used, almost the lastwords this poor fool heard." Haplo gestured at Edmund's torn body."Yourworld's dying.But you know it isn't the end.You know about the other worlds.And you're right.They exist.I've been there.And I can take you back withme."The cadaver had picked up the spear and was holding it ready, aimed forHaplo's heart.The dynast made an abrupt gesture, and the cadaver lowered theweapon, brought it down butt end against the cavern floor, and resumedstanding at attention."Don't harm him.Take him to the dungeon," ordered Kleitus."Pons, take bothof them to the dungeons.We must think this matter through.""The prince's body, Sire.Shall we send it to oblivion?""Where are your brains, Pons?" the dynast demanded irritably."Of course not!His people will declare war against us.The corpse will tell us everything weneed to know to plan our defense.The Kairn Telest must be destroyed utterly,of course.Then, you may send the beggar to oblivion along with the rest ofhis clan.Keep his death hushed up the requisite number of waiting days untilwe can safely reanimate him.We don't want that rabble to strike before we'reready."'And how long would you suggest, Sire?"Kleitus gave the body a professional evaluation."A man of his youth and vigorwith a strong hold on life, a passage of three days will be necessary to makecertain the phantasm is tractable.We will be performing the raising ritualourselves, of course.It's liable to be a bit tricky.One of the dungeonnecromancers can perform the preservation rites."The dynast left the room, walking rapidly, the skirts of his robes flappingabout his ankles in his haste.Probably, thought Haplo with an inward grin, going straight to the library orwherever it is the ancient records are kept.Cadavers hastened over at Pons's command.Two guards removed the spear fromthe body of the prince, lifted it between them and bore it away.Dead servantsbrought water and soap to cleanse the blood from floor and walls.Haplo stoodpatiently off to one side, observing the proceedings.The chancellor, henoticed, kept avoiding looking at him.Pons fussed about the room, exclaimedloudly over bloodstains on one of the wall tapestries, made a major productionof dispatching servants in search of powdered kairn grass to sprinkle on it."Well, I suppose that's all that can be done." Pons heaved a sigh."I don'tknow what I'm going to say to Her Majesty when she sees this!""You might suggest to her husband that there are less violent ways of killinga man," suggested Haplo.Page 104 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe chancellor gave an unaffected start, glanced about fearfully at thePatryn."Oh, it's you!" He sounded almost relieved."I didn't realize forgiveme.We have so few living prisoners.I'd quite forgotten you weren't acadaver.Here, I'll take you down myself.Guards!"Pons gestured.Two cadavers hurried to his side and all of them, chancellorand Haplo in front, guards behind, left the game room."You appear to be a man of action," said the chancellor, glancing at Haplo."You didn't hesitate to attack that armed soldier who killed your dog.Thedeath of the prince offended you?"Offended? One Sartan killing another in cold blood? Amused, maybe, notoffended.Haplo told himself that was how he should feel.But he looked withdistaste at the blood spattered on his clothing, rubbed it off with the backof his hand."The prince was only doing what he thought was right.He didn't deserve to bemurdered.""It was not murder," retorted Pons crisply."Prince Edmund's life belonged tothe dynast, as do the lives of all His Majesty's subjects.The dynast decidedthat the young man would prove more valuable to him dead than alive.""He might have allowed the young man to give his opinion on the subject,"Haplo observed dryly.The Patryn was attempting to pay close attention to his whereabouts, but he'dbecome immediately lost in the maze of identical, interconnecting tunnels.Herecognized they were descending only by the slope of the smooth cavern floor.Soon, the gaslights were left behind.Crude torches burned in sconces on thedamp walls.Haplo could see, by the flaring light, faint traces of runesrunning along the walls at floor level.Ahead of him, he heard the echoingsound of footsteps, heavy and shuffling, as if bearing a burden.The prince'sbody, going to its not-so-final resting place.The chancellor was frowning."I find it very difficult to understand you, sir.Your words come to me out of a cloud of darkness, shot with lightning.I seeviolence in you, violence that makes me shudder, makes my blood run cold.Isee vaunting ambition, the desire for power achieved by any means.You are nostranger to death.Yet I sense that you are deeply disturbed by what was, inreality, the execution of a rebel and a traitor.""We don't kill our own," Haplo said softly."I beg your pardon?" Pons leaned nearer."What was that?""I said, 'We don't kill our own,' " Haplo repeated shortly, succinctly.Hesnapped his mouth shut, troubled, angry at being troubled.And he didn't muchlike the way everyone around here seemed to be able to stare into the heartand soul of everyone else.I'm going to welcome prison, he thought.Welcome the soothing, coolingdarkness, welcome the silence.He needed the darkness, needed the quiet.Heneeded time to reflect and think, decide on a course of action.He needed timeto sort out and quash these disturbing and confusing thoughts.Which remindedhim.He needed a question answered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllikely to catch him napping.But at least this gamble had apparently paid off.Kleitus hadn't blinked andshrugged.He knew about Death's Gate, would almost have had to know about it.Obviously intelligent, a powerful necromancer, such a man would certainly havelooked for and found any ancient records those early Sartan had left.His "opening bid" strategy flashed through Haplo's mind while the prince'ssplattered blood was still warm on the Patryn's rune-covered skin.The dynast had recovered his composure, was affecting indifference."Yourcorpse will provide me with whatever information I might require, includinginformation about this so-called Death's Gate.""It might," Haplo countered."Or it might not.My magic is kin to yours,that's true, but different.Far different.Necromancy has never been practicedamong my people and there could be a reason for it.Once the brain thatcontrols these sigla" he held up his arm "is dead, the magic dies.Unlike you,my physical being is inextricably bound with the magic.Separate one from theother and you may have a cadaver who can't even remember its name, much lessanything else.""What makes you think we care what you remember?""Ships, to find Death's Gate.Those were the words you used, almost the lastwords this poor fool heard." Haplo gestured at Edmund's torn body."Yourworld's dying.But you know it isn't the end.You know about the other worlds.And you're right.They exist.I've been there.And I can take you back withme."The cadaver had picked up the spear and was holding it ready, aimed forHaplo's heart.The dynast made an abrupt gesture, and the cadaver lowered theweapon, brought it down butt end against the cavern floor, and resumedstanding at attention."Don't harm him.Take him to the dungeon," ordered Kleitus."Pons, take bothof them to the dungeons.We must think this matter through.""The prince's body, Sire.Shall we send it to oblivion?""Where are your brains, Pons?" the dynast demanded irritably."Of course not!His people will declare war against us.The corpse will tell us everything weneed to know to plan our defense.The Kairn Telest must be destroyed utterly,of course.Then, you may send the beggar to oblivion along with the rest ofhis clan.Keep his death hushed up the requisite number of waiting days untilwe can safely reanimate him.We don't want that rabble to strike before we'reready."'And how long would you suggest, Sire?"Kleitus gave the body a professional evaluation."A man of his youth and vigorwith a strong hold on life, a passage of three days will be necessary to makecertain the phantasm is tractable.We will be performing the raising ritualourselves, of course.It's liable to be a bit tricky.One of the dungeonnecromancers can perform the preservation rites."The dynast left the room, walking rapidly, the skirts of his robes flappingabout his ankles in his haste.Probably, thought Haplo with an inward grin, going straight to the library orwherever it is the ancient records are kept.Cadavers hastened over at Pons's command.Two guards removed the spear fromthe body of the prince, lifted it between them and bore it away.Dead servantsbrought water and soap to cleanse the blood from floor and walls.Haplo stoodpatiently off to one side, observing the proceedings.The chancellor, henoticed, kept avoiding looking at him.Pons fussed about the room, exclaimedloudly over bloodstains on one of the wall tapestries, made a major productionof dispatching servants in search of powdered kairn grass to sprinkle on it."Well, I suppose that's all that can be done." Pons heaved a sigh."I don'tknow what I'm going to say to Her Majesty when she sees this!""You might suggest to her husband that there are less violent ways of killinga man," suggested Haplo.Page 104 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe chancellor gave an unaffected start, glanced about fearfully at thePatryn."Oh, it's you!" He sounded almost relieved."I didn't realize forgiveme.We have so few living prisoners.I'd quite forgotten you weren't acadaver.Here, I'll take you down myself.Guards!"Pons gestured.Two cadavers hurried to his side and all of them, chancellorand Haplo in front, guards behind, left the game room."You appear to be a man of action," said the chancellor, glancing at Haplo."You didn't hesitate to attack that armed soldier who killed your dog.Thedeath of the prince offended you?"Offended? One Sartan killing another in cold blood? Amused, maybe, notoffended.Haplo told himself that was how he should feel.But he looked withdistaste at the blood spattered on his clothing, rubbed it off with the backof his hand."The prince was only doing what he thought was right.He didn't deserve to bemurdered.""It was not murder," retorted Pons crisply."Prince Edmund's life belonged tothe dynast, as do the lives of all His Majesty's subjects.The dynast decidedthat the young man would prove more valuable to him dead than alive.""He might have allowed the young man to give his opinion on the subject,"Haplo observed dryly.The Patryn was attempting to pay close attention to his whereabouts, but he'dbecome immediately lost in the maze of identical, interconnecting tunnels.Herecognized they were descending only by the slope of the smooth cavern floor.Soon, the gaslights were left behind.Crude torches burned in sconces on thedamp walls.Haplo could see, by the flaring light, faint traces of runesrunning along the walls at floor level.Ahead of him, he heard the echoingsound of footsteps, heavy and shuffling, as if bearing a burden.The prince'sbody, going to its not-so-final resting place.The chancellor was frowning."I find it very difficult to understand you, sir.Your words come to me out of a cloud of darkness, shot with lightning.I seeviolence in you, violence that makes me shudder, makes my blood run cold.Isee vaunting ambition, the desire for power achieved by any means.You are nostranger to death.Yet I sense that you are deeply disturbed by what was, inreality, the execution of a rebel and a traitor.""We don't kill our own," Haplo said softly."I beg your pardon?" Pons leaned nearer."What was that?""I said, 'We don't kill our own,' " Haplo repeated shortly, succinctly.Hesnapped his mouth shut, troubled, angry at being troubled.And he didn't muchlike the way everyone around here seemed to be able to stare into the heartand soul of everyone else.I'm going to welcome prison, he thought.Welcome the soothing, coolingdarkness, welcome the silence.He needed the darkness, needed the quiet.Heneeded time to reflect and think, decide on a course of action.He needed timeto sort out and quash these disturbing and confusing thoughts.Which remindedhim.He needed a question answered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]