"I heard Samanatius prove it with logic and mathematics." #51 в контекст | | |
"That old fraud?" I snort with derision at Samanatius. He was Turai's leading philosopher, according to Makri. But he's most probably dead, along with any number of people we used to know. Gurd, Captain Rallee, Tanrose, all my old companions. Who knows what happened to them when the city fell? Lisutaris can't be sure that any of her fellow Sorcerers escaped. The Orcs overwhelmed us so suddenly that even the most powerful might have fallen. I feel the spirit draining from me. Makri is keen to march back to Turai the moment she reaches land, and take up the fight again. Myself, I'm not so sure. I'm wondering about just heading to the furthest West, and looking for somewhere peaceful to live. #52 в контекст | | |
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As well as her Orcish blood, Makri also has some Elvish in her. Her eyesight is far better than ours. Lisutaris and I peer through the ocean mist, but we can't see anything. We wait anxiously as we drift northwards. Finally a thin line appears on the dim horizon. #54 в контекст | | |
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The orange cliffs of Samsarina. A well known landmark. We haven't come nearly as far west as I feared. Just two countries along from Turai, in fact. Only Simnia separates us from home. #56 в контекст | | |
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"Not as bad as the Simnians. Which doesn't mean they're all that great." #59 в контекст | | |
As we drift in towards Samsarina, Lisutaris, Mistress of the Sky, is pensive. It's weighing heavily on her mind that Turai fell while she was head of the Sorcerers Guild. I'd say she's being hard on herself. There were plenty of worse failures in the city. Our Royal Family, the intelligence services, the army. None of them covered themselves with glory. I did my part, of course, but as for the rest of the degenerate population, they crumbled under the pressure. #60 в контекст | | |
"News of Turai's fall will have reached here by now," mutters Lisutaris. "I'm probably assumed to be dead. Lasat Axe of Gold will be rubbing his hands at the prospect of a new election." #61 в контекст | | |
It's unfortunate for Lisutaris that we're heading into Samsarina, where Lasat is the Chief Sorcerer. During the recent election for Head of the Sorcerers Guild, the Turanian government blackmailed him to ensure Lisutaris's victory. I doubt he'll give us a friendly reception. Lisutaris lights up a thazis stick. She glances at the pouch in her hand. "I'm running out of thazis." #62 в контекст | | |
Lisutaris is a devotee of thazis. Normally a mild narcotic, the Sorcerer has taken its consumption to new levels. She's developed spells to make the plants grow faster, producing a much stronger variety than is commonly available. I doubt she could function without it. I have a notion that thazis might not be so tolerated in Samsarina as it was in Turai, but decide not to mention it. We drift in towards the Orange Cliffs. #63 в контекст | | |
"I've been here before," says Lisutaris. "We're not far from the port of Orosis. I know the harbour Sorcerer, Kublinos." #64 в контекст | | |
"So what's Samsarina like?" asks Makri. "Is it like Turai?" #65 в контекст | | |
I shake my head. "Not at all. It's mostly farmland. Barons and peasants. Though it's quite wealthy. Good farmland." #66 в контекст | | |
Lisutaris agrees with me. "It's not like Turai. No Senate, no Consul, no theatres, no university. Just a King and a lot of Barons vying for influence. Old-fashioned compared to our city." Lisutaris purses her lips. "Their Sorcerers didn't like it when a woman was elected Head of the Guild." #67 в контекст | | |
"Cheer up," I tell her. "We're war refugees. They're bound to sympathise." #68 в контекст | | |
"They won't sympathise if they think we let the Orcs beat us without a fight." #69 в контекст | | |
"Without a fight? " I scoff. "No one has ever accused Thraxas of giving up without a fight. Thraxas Dragon Heart, they used to call me." #70 в контекст | | |
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"Yes they did. I tell you Makri, you're in for a surprise. Don't forget, I won the sword-fighting championship in Samsarina. I doubt I'll be able to walk down the street without people recognising me. Wouldn't surprise me if they've put up a statue." #72 в контекст | | |
Makri looks at me dubiously. The sword-fighting championship in Samsarina is the most renowned contest of arms in the West. Makri never quite believes me when I tell her that I won it, twenty or so years ago. Of course I was in better shape in those days. Not so large around the waist. #73 в контекст | | |
"Just concentrate on not outraging the natives Makri, and we'll be fine. Don't act like a mad woman, a mad Orc, or any combination of the two. And keep your pointy ears hidden." #74 в контекст | | |
"You'll offend them a lot quicker than me, you fat oaf," retorts Makri. "How long till you're rolling around drunk?" #75 в контекст | | |
"That depends on how far we are from the nearest supply of beer." #76 в контекст | | |
We drift slowly along the shore till the port of Orosis comes into view, large and grey, its sombre harbour walls protecting ships from the harsh winter conditions. #77 в контекст | | |
"I'll be glad to get ashore," says Lisutaris. "I'm sick of eating fish." #78 в контекст | | |
