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smacking lobster-girl’s hand on the bar. All of the girls smiled, though Bill didn’t get it.
“Well,” the girl said, “the first part of hitting pay dirt is pay .”
“Wow,” Roy said to Bill.
Bill just shook his head and took a sip from his beer.
“I thought I was being cool showing up with flowers,” another of the guys said.
“Oh, you have to show up with flowers,” Bill said.
All of the girls laughed. “No one does that,” Melissa said.
“They should,” Bill said.
“I did once,” Roy said. “The girl said I was playing her.”
“Were you?” Bill asked.
He at least had the class to say, “Yeah, but I was doing it with flowers .”
They all laughed. Little by little, Bill began to think this would be nothing more than the first fun night out in a year.
* * *
“She lives,” the Uman-Chi healer said. Glynn recognized him as a priest of Adriam from his yellow robe.
Glynn lay on her back in her own bed, in her suite of rooms. Avek, D’gattis and Chaheff attended her, their white robes covered in soot.
“Where…what?” she asked.
“You are in your suite in the palace,” D’gattis said. “Your song burned a hole in the floor and then fired you like a crossbow bolt down the throne room.
“Is anyone hurt?” she asked.
“Only you,” the priest said. She recognized Taffer Roo, whose people had been Adriam’s beloved for as long as Uman-Chi could remember. Angron claimed a Roo had helped bring him into this world.
“Am I…” she began to ask, and then her courage failed her.
Taffer smiled. “You are well, just exhausted,” he said. “Still the same fingers, the same toes, and all of your hair still attached.”
She ran a hand reflexively through her green locks.
“When can she cast again?” Avek asked.
“Avek, please,” Chaheff said.
“The matter is somewhat pressing,” D’gattis said.
“What is?” Glynn asked.
They looked at each other, then at her. Finally, Taffer said, “Well, it seems that, since you cast your spell, there is a vortex in the throne room we can’t close.”
Her head buzzed like there were bees in it, but Glynn tried to sit up. The bedclothes fell to the floor, revealing her naked beneath. Her knees and elbows felt as weak as a newborn colt’s.
“You must be still now,” Taffer told her, as he pressed his hand between her naked breasts.
His hand felt as smooth as the silks she wore to bed. Healers’ hands, sensitive and loving. ‘The wife of a healer knows contentment,’ it had been said, and she knew why.
Power radiated silently from him, refreshing her body. She took a breath of air and the energy she breathed in amazed her.
“She is ready?” Avek demanded.
Avek enjoyed no great power, so he didn’t understand being strong and then being weakened. Her power already exceeded his, centuries her senior. He demanded that she rise to a challenge he could never hope to equal.
Protocol allowed her no alternative but to wave a weary hand and to acknowledge him. “I am well,” she lied. “Let us to the King.”
She dressed in her whites, now scorched
“Well,” the girl said, “the first part of hitting pay dirt is pay .”
“Wow,” Roy said to Bill.
Bill just shook his head and took a sip from his beer.
“I thought I was being cool showing up with flowers,” another of the guys said.
“Oh, you have to show up with flowers,” Bill said.
All of the girls laughed. “No one does that,” Melissa said.
“They should,” Bill said.
“I did once,” Roy said. “The girl said I was playing her.”
“Were you?” Bill asked.
He at least had the class to say, “Yeah, but I was doing it with flowers .”
They all laughed. Little by little, Bill began to think this would be nothing more than the first fun night out in a year.
* * *
“She lives,” the Uman-Chi healer said. Glynn recognized him as a priest of Adriam from his yellow robe.
Glynn lay on her back in her own bed, in her suite of rooms. Avek, D’gattis and Chaheff attended her, their white robes covered in soot.
“Where…what?” she asked.
“You are in your suite in the palace,” D’gattis said. “Your song burned a hole in the floor and then fired you like a crossbow bolt down the throne room.
“Is anyone hurt?” she asked.
“Only you,” the priest said. She recognized Taffer Roo, whose people had been Adriam’s beloved for as long as Uman-Chi could remember. Angron claimed a Roo had helped bring him into this world.
“Am I…” she began to ask, and then her courage failed her.
Taffer smiled. “You are well, just exhausted,” he said. “Still the same fingers, the same toes, and all of your hair still attached.”
She ran a hand reflexively through her green locks.
“When can she cast again?” Avek asked.
“Avek, please,” Chaheff said.
“The matter is somewhat pressing,” D’gattis said.
“What is?” Glynn asked.
They looked at each other, then at her. Finally, Taffer said, “Well, it seems that, since you cast your spell, there is a vortex in the throne room we can’t close.”
Her head buzzed like there were bees in it, but Glynn tried to sit up. The bedclothes fell to the floor, revealing her naked beneath. Her knees and elbows felt as weak as a newborn colt’s.
“You must be still now,” Taffer told her, as he pressed his hand between her naked breasts.
His hand felt as smooth as the silks she wore to bed. Healers’ hands, sensitive and loving. ‘The wife of a healer knows contentment,’ it had been said, and she knew why.
Power radiated silently from him, refreshing her body. She took a breath of air and the energy she breathed in amazed her.
“She is ready?” Avek demanded.
Avek enjoyed no great power, so he didn’t understand being strong and then being weakened. Her power already exceeded his, centuries her senior. He demanded that she rise to a challenge he could never hope to equal.
Protocol allowed her no alternative but to wave a weary hand and to acknowledge him. “I am well,” she lied. “Let us to the King.”
She dressed in her whites, now scorched
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