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Chronicles of War II: A Desert Ocean
And a King to Sit His Throne
Chapter 12 Page 33
Chronicles of War II: A Desert Ocean
And a King to Sit His Throne
Chapter 12 Page 33
Epsilon climbed into his saddle and helped Half Pint up behind him. "Your generosity is commendable, Ipani, but do not let it get the better of you. A king does not keep his kingdom by giving it away, deed by deed."
"Of course not, Sir Epsilon. I do not intend to form a habit of it."
"See that you do not," stated the dour swordsman, kicking Helmcleaver out into the courtyard and around to the street.
They rode along in silence, with Epsilon mentally ordering his preparations for the long, hot journey ahead, and Ipani cataloguing his vast holdings that were buildings he had been barred from entering all his life. The little man thought of enemies he could now depose, of supporters he could promote. He thought of all the good works that needed doing and how he might set about seeing them done. He thought of all the miserable, starving children they passed on the street, and of how their lives had changed for the better without their awareness. He had never really noticed how many they were, or how sickly. Give me a double fortnight, he thought, and you shall have beds and hot meals.
All too quickly, they arrived at the bloodstone wall and its gate. The gatekeeper was there, as always, but today he sported a nasty gash at his hairline. He glanced at his feet upon seeing Epsilon and his mount, then shuffled off into the shadows, apparently intent on urgent business of some kind.
"Of course not, Sir Epsilon. I do not intend to form a habit of it."
"See that you do not," stated the dour swordsman, kicking Helmcleaver out into the courtyard and around to the street.
They rode along in silence, with Epsilon mentally ordering his preparations for the long, hot journey ahead, and Ipani cataloguing his vast holdings that were buildings he had been barred from entering all his life. The little man thought of enemies he could now depose, of supporters he could promote. He thought of all the good works that needed doing and how he might set about seeing them done. He thought of all the miserable, starving children they passed on the street, and of how their lives had changed for the better without their awareness. He had never really noticed how many they were, or how sickly. Give me a double fortnight, he thought, and you shall have beds and hot meals.
All too quickly, they arrived at the bloodstone wall and its gate. The gatekeeper was there, as always, but today he sported a nasty gash at his hairline. He glanced at his feet upon seeing Epsilon and his mount, then shuffled off into the shadows, apparently intent on urgent business of some kind.
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