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Because of the King's presence, security is tight. Soldiers are stationed on the roads around the town's mansions. They have dark green tunics, polished breastplates and gleaming weapons. On the way back to Kublinos's house I'm halted at a checkpoint, where a Military Sorcerer searches me for hostile spells while the Captain of the Guard verifies my identify. #2 в контекст | | |
"Thraxas of Turai, Chief Adviser to Lisutaris, Mistress of the Sky," I mutter. Already I'm sick of saying this. It's not like anyone believes I'm giving her advice. #3 в контекст | | |
"Turai?" the Captain sneers. "Didn't hold out for long, did you?" #4 в контекст | | |
I don't bother replying. The Samsarinans may be able to muster a large army, but they don't have a great reputation for warfare, no matter how smart the King's guards look. I make my way to Kublinos's mansion. Servants keep an eye on me as I take the side stairs up to the attic. So far I haven't been invited into Kublinos's state room, or his courtyard shrine, or his main dining room. Nonetheless, after my visit to the mineral baths, I'm feeling more like my old self. I had to do a fair bit of pushing and jostling to get myself a bit of room among the farmers and merchants, but once I'd done that, I had an excellent soak. Arichdamis wasn't a bad companion, for a mathematician. Apparently he designs war machines - siege devices and so on - which explains why he's employed by the King. As an old campaigner myself, I'm sympathetic to anyone who can tell a few good stories about campaigns he's been involved in, which Arichdamis could. #5 в контекст | | |
While soaking in the hot water I did my best to pick up information about the sword-fighting tournament. If Makri won't enter, I can still bet on the other fighters. I anticipate a prosperous betting campaign, if I can just raise some money to get started. I'm musing on where exactly I might raise a stake when there's a sharp knock at my door and Lisutaris enters, looking angry. Ignoring all rules of decorum, she plants herself on the bed and starts complaining. #6 в контекст | | |
"Life is hell," she begins, and goes on from there. The Sorceress spent the morning in a meeting with King Gardos, his Barons and his Sorcerers. By her account, her reception was frosty. "Lasat looked at me like I was something washed up on the beach. Which I was, I suppose. He'd heard I was missing - some Sorcerer got a message to him, I don't know who - and he'd already started to take control of the Guild. Charius the Wise was there and he hates me just as much as Lasat. Damn these Samsarinan Sorcerers. The Barons are no better. The story has got around that an Orcish Sorcerer sneaked into Turai without me detecting her, and now people are whispering I'm not up to the job." #7 в контекст | | |
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"Gardos is young. He's only been on the throne for a few months. I don't think he's really established himself yet. I can't see him standing up to the Barons and Sorcerers on my behalf. Besides, he's not what you'd call intelligent." #9 в контекст | | |
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"Of course not. If he had any sense he wouldn't be carrying on with this ludicrous anti-thazis policy." #11 в контекст | | |
Lisutaris drums her fingers on the side of the bed. "Damn this place," she mutters. She glares at me crossly. "Weren't you meant to be finding some thazis? You're my Chief Adviser. Is it really beyond you to - " #12 в контекст | | |
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I admit I don't actually have any on me. "But I do know a user, and I'm certain he'd share with you. A man called Arichdamis. Mathematician to the King." #15 в контекст | | |
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"Of course," says Lisutaris. "He's one of the most famous scientists and mathematicians in the world. Are you sure he has thazis?" #18 в контекст | | |
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Nothing will satisfy Lisutaris but that we set off right away. She summons a servant to take a note to Makri - currently practising with her weapons outside - telling her to meet us there, and we depart. Outside the sky is still grey but the temperature has risen a degree or two. Further east, the snows will soon be melting. The storms in the great ocean to the south will be calming down. It's almost the season for war. #23 в контекст | | |
"Makri will want to meet Arichdamis," says Lisutaris. "He's written quite a few important scientific treatises." #24 в контекст | | |
"No doubt she's read them all," I respond, gloomily. "And will bore me to death with a long lecture abut some interminably dull subject no one in their right mind would care about." #25 в контекст | | |
Lisutaris carries herself regally as we pass by the guards and soldiers outside. If she's feeling browbeaten by the local Barons, no one could tell from the way she freezes out a Sorcerer who tries to check me for spells. "The Chief Adviser to the Head of the Sorcerers Guild does not require inspection, thank you." #26 в контекст | | |
We sweep past. I thank Lisutaris. "It's time I got a bit of respect around here. Since I arrived in Samsarina it's been one insult after another." #27 в контекст | | |
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"For instance it's outrageous that Makri gets to go to the Queen's Bathing House while I have to go to the common place. I almost drowned under the weight of farmers and blacksmiths." #29 в контекст | | |
"I'm sorry, Thraxas. They're willing to stretch a point for my bodyguard, but not my Adviser. Was it really so bad?" #30 в контекст | | |
"No, not really. Crowded, though. What's the Queen's Bathing House like?" #31 в контекст | | |
"Extremely elegant. Marble floors, steam rooms, masseurs, that sort of thing." #32 в контекст | | |
"How did the massed ranks of Baronesses react to the not-very-aristocratic-Makri?" #33 в контекст | | |
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"No, she behaved quite properly. It's just… I don't suppose you've ever seen Makri naked?" #36 в контекст | | |
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"Yes. When she strolled into my room without bothering to get dressed. Until you've lived in the same tavern as Makri, you have no idea how uncivilised she is." #39 в контекст | | |
Lisutaris continues to look at me rather dubiously for a few moments, then carries on. "Well, if you've seen her naked, you'll know what I'm talking about. She has a body like… like… " Lisutaris struggles to find a comparison. "Like a female athlete would be, if there were such a thing. Her stomach is completely flat. You can see the outline of her muscles, which I've never seen on a woman before. She doesn't appear to have a single ounce of spare fat anywhere. Apart from her breasts, oddly enough, which seem rather generously-sized. You've no idea the sensation this caused at the bathing house." #40 в контекст | | |
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"When she walked out of the changing rooms there was a sort of collective gasp. The Baroness beside me probably hadn't thought about her own body for the past twenty years but I swear she was sucking her tummy in when Makri strolled past. There was nothing but rich women looking sick with envy." #42 в контекст | | |
It's not something I'd anticipated, but I can understand it. The aristocracy in Samsarina are no doubt just as vain and frivolous as they were in Turai. #43 в контекст | | |
"But what about the pointy ears?" I ask. "I'm sure they weren't jealous of her Orcish blood." #44 в контекст | | |
"Well no. But even so, she had quite a sensational effect. Makri, while swimming, displays remarkable muscular development. I caught sight of one young princess flexing her arm to see if there was any sign of a bicep. Which sadly, there wasn't." #45 в контекст | | |
Lisutaris looks rather thoughtfully down at her own body. "How does she do it?" #46 в контекст | | |
"I don't know. She doesn't eat much, and she's always practising with weapons. But I've always thought she was too skinny." #47 в контекст | | |
"Really Thraxas? Only moments ago you were revelling in seeing her naked." #48 в контекст | | |
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Lisutaris look irritated. "I need to win these Barons' support against Lasat. I'm not going to be popular if their wives are all miserable because Makri's made them feel flabby." #50 в контекст | | |
