"Which part?" He knows perfectly well. "The bit where the horse threw me, or when his trampled the Commander?"
He smokes, lets the night linger. At last,
"In Montsimmard, there was a vault they'd painted. Some Tranquil, I never heard the same name twice. Magnificent. Blue, and purple; gilded constellations. Half the Southern sky." Isaac shakes his head. "I discovered the book much later — the one she'd copied it from."
(Internal note: make Mhavos find him a book about Montsimmard)
That's all there is to be said about it for the moment. They have an arrangement, and providing they make it all the way back to Kirkwall, John can assess the situation then. He has to suppress the urge to try to demand something more, some reassurance of secrecy that will ultimately mean nothing at all.
They go back. Flint is still asleep. Ilias has finished gutting the horse. Leander is by the fire. One can almost pretend nothing out of the ordinary happened, apart from almost everyone being covered in blood and the gutted horse.
Time to pray for a speedy and uneventful journey home.
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He smokes, lets the night linger. At last,
"In Montsimmard, there was a vault they'd painted. Some Tranquil, I never heard the same name twice. Magnificent. Blue, and purple; gilded constellations. Half the Southern sky." Isaac shakes his head. "I discovered the book much later — the one she'd copied it from."
Thumb-to-finger again: the light wicks out.
"I'm in the Infirmary most nights. Find me then."
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(Internal note: make Mhavos find him a book about Montsimmard)
That's all there is to be said about it for the moment. They have an arrangement, and providing they make it all the way back to Kirkwall, John can assess the situation then. He has to suppress the urge to try to demand something more, some reassurance of secrecy that will ultimately mean nothing at all.
They go back. Flint is still asleep. Ilias has finished gutting the horse. Leander is by the fire. One can almost pretend nothing out of the ordinary happened, apart from almost everyone being covered in blood and the gutted horse.
Time to pray for a speedy and uneventful journey home.