Chapter 15 - And the Meek
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Over five years ago, certain friends suggested that I ought to make readings of my books. I obliged readily, without stopping to think just what this would entail. Now, 21 books, 571 episodes, and almost 6 years later, I am done, at least as far as Chetwin's Space is concerned. To you who have helped along the way – you have already been thanked over and over: Yosua, who designed and built this space to make the readings possible; Briony, who supported the effort in so many ways; Anya, Michael, and Caidren, to Rem, Fire, and Jul - the Pockets who added to the listening experience...
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Chapter 14 - And the Meek
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That knife was aimed directly at my back. He moved aside and took it for me.” “And why would he do that?” “Because—” Hesta halted. Looked to B’hoc Lunan. Her friend stood as turned to stone. “I don’t quite know,” she said. “Because I am sworn to protect the hesta, at the cost of my own life and that I have done and ever will do should need arise.” Gudric. And there he was, within arm’s length of Brocan, face to face.
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Chapter 13-pt-ii- And the Meek
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“But you—are you so sure that you can manage that Konder? Are you sure he will do as you say?” Gudric laughed aloud. “Most certainly, when at each shoulder waits a knife set to carve out his lights if he strays but one word from his brief.” Meyren looked sharp. “Each shoulder? Who’ll be at the other?” “A merciless B’hadgazane. Come, let’s get that sleep. We have but four spaces left.”
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Chapter 13-pt-i - And the Meek
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The afternoon rolled on, clouds flocked together, blocking Demiel’s last low rays. Night dark came sooner than usual, without even Ao’s sliver to mark it. One space, two. Then suddenly came a stirring. The men were getting up and preparing to move. Gudric calmed his breath, and stood ready to follow on their heels.
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Chapter 12-pt-ii- And the Meek
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No wonder Father was so distracted. He was late getting the season started, was the rumor he’d put around the howdh, and that was partly true. One comfort: if Vokar was lurking out there, at least his mother was in full public view under Harobadt’s royal roof.
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Chapter 12-pt-i - And the Meek
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Brocan opened his eyes, looked up. Came slowly to his feet. His voice came in a hoarse whisper. “Tahinay.” The radiant figure approached, cast such a smile on them both. And was gone.
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Chapter 11-pt-ii - And the Meek
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Brocan did not come. But Hesta did not fret. Or pester to know why as she would have done back in the old days. She and her old nurse had shared many helaks since then, on the most important levels had reached an understanding beyond mere words. Content for now that things would come when they should, she sat, quiet, drowsing in and out, content to be with Rakia, home at last.
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Chapter 11-pt-i - And the Meek
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Hesta huddled into her cloak as they sped on, winding along a road growing gray with early morning fog. Suddenly, the coach lurched, began to go down, quite steeply, along a road that set the coach wheels bumping and bouncing as perilously as they had ever done across the plains. They were crossing the Wash, as Rakia had said they would. The warehouse quarter. In Kond, you must sink before you rise, the old woman had been so fond of saying with heavy meaning.
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Chapter 10-pt-ii - And the Meek
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She opened her eyes, saw the stars streaking across her screen. As she watched, they slowed, floated down off the screen to hover right above her head, bright specks hanging in the dark of space. No. Not space. Deep night sky. And the patterns that they formed were as familiar to her now as the Plough and Orion’s Belt. . . .
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Chapter 10-pt-i - And the Meek
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He stood her off, looked into her eyes. “Call Bors. Start evacuating now. Everybody. Non-stop. . . .You have twelve hours. Take off the moment everyone’s aboard. Hengst . . . He’s . . .” The Hesikastor’s voice went out. His image flickered. “ . . . blanket-bombing the entire globe, he’s . . . ” He vanished. “No! Grandfather—no!”Shira stood rubbing her arms. Too much! Her mind kicked in. She hit her wristic. Called Bors, code red code red code red.
info_outline“Depends,” Matthew said. “Have we a deadline yet, Hesikastor?”
“Yes. We evacuate when that ship lands.”