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needed in Byland, even. Preserving your line is much more important. Think of it! What if there were no more Glafs!”
“No, I mean yes,” Ronenth mumbled. “It would be awful.”
“And Frea wouldn’t mind,” Garmee Gamee said with a smile.
“What do you mean?” Ronenth darkly asked.
“Oh, I thought you and she,” Garmee Gamee stumbled with false precision. “I thought you had feelings for her.”
“I do have feelings for her,” Ronenth blurted. “Just not ‘those’ feelings.”
“No?” Garmee Gamee wormed. “It seemed... You seemed so hurt when she... Oh, but never mind. A Glaf is always truthful, yes. Why, no one need be afraid of the truth. And you are courageous and brave. So why would you need fear telling Frea...”
“What?” Ronenth said, his mind on fire. “What?”
“’What’ indeed,” Frea blithely said, returning.
Ronenth tensely turned to face Frea. He suddenly stiffened like a puppet.
“Frea,” he said, his dark features turning red. “Frea.”
“Yes?” Frea asked with growing annoyance.
Ronenth seemed to be physically struggling with forming the feelings in his heart for which he had not yet found the right words. “I am not afraid!” Ronenth blurted, and then ran from the courtyard holding back his tears.
“Ronenth!” Frea called, then turned to Garmee Gamee. “What was that about?” Frea demanded.
“I do not know” Garmee Gamee lied. “But let me see to him. You have the business of your Kingdom which needs your attention.” And, she rushed after Ronenth.
Garmee Gamee caught Ronenth at the gate to Frea’s mansion.
“Leave me be,” he said to her.
“Oh, no,” Garmee Gamee said shaking her bleached locks. “I am your greatest supporter. I will not leave you now. So...”
“Then be silent,” Ronenth dejectedly said, as they walked through the bustle of New Rogar Li.
The new city was unlike any city ever built before in Wealdland. The large square structures in the city created closed, narrow avenues and alleys unlike any city ever seen before. The residents were all so eager to cram their houses and shops into the city that so consideration of space or parks was even thought of. The new city felt confined and too open at the same time, with no trees to shade or break the unending vista of box-like houses and halls.
A soft snow began to fall.
In the near distance a group of men yelled and huffed as they dragged a large wheeled wagon with a tank through the sleet and mud of the wide street.
“Give way! Give way!” They called. The fog of the breath of the new Fire Control Squad wreathed the men like a cloud of desperation.
“How large a fire can they stop with that little water jug?” Garmee Gamee snorted, pathetically laughing at her own joke. “They would be lucky to stop a child’s camp fire.” Garmee Gamee looked for approval from Ronenth, but his eyes were filled with sorrow and confusion, and his face dark.
“Do not think about her,” Garmee Gamee said. “It will only make things worse. Why you should think about all the wonderful things being built here in New Rogar Li. This city is being built so fast, it looks like a child’s toy box turned upside-down.” Garmee Gamee looked again for approval from Ronenth, but his dark countenance was now replaced with a scowl.
“Here you are!” An elderly man said approaching.
“What now, Yulenth?” Ronenth moaned.
“You were due in the library at mid day,” the white haired man scolded.
“I’m headed there now,” Ronenth mumbled.
“You have kept me, Solienth and Nostacarr, the master of the library, waiting for the whole day. It’s nearly night!” Yulenth exclaimed.
“I am Garmee Gamee,” the painted woman said with studied cheerfulness.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Yulenth said without looking at her. “The fate of the written word is resting squarely on your shoulders,” he said to Ronenth.
“Why should I care about the written word!” Ronenth snapped as they
“No, I mean yes,” Ronenth mumbled. “It would be awful.”
“And Frea wouldn’t mind,” Garmee Gamee said with a smile.
“What do you mean?” Ronenth darkly asked.
“Oh, I thought you and she,” Garmee Gamee stumbled with false precision. “I thought you had feelings for her.”
“I do have feelings for her,” Ronenth blurted. “Just not ‘those’ feelings.”
“No?” Garmee Gamee wormed. “It seemed... You seemed so hurt when she... Oh, but never mind. A Glaf is always truthful, yes. Why, no one need be afraid of the truth. And you are courageous and brave. So why would you need fear telling Frea...”
“What?” Ronenth said, his mind on fire. “What?”
“’What’ indeed,” Frea blithely said, returning.
Ronenth tensely turned to face Frea. He suddenly stiffened like a puppet.
“Frea,” he said, his dark features turning red. “Frea.”
“Yes?” Frea asked with growing annoyance.
Ronenth seemed to be physically struggling with forming the feelings in his heart for which he had not yet found the right words. “I am not afraid!” Ronenth blurted, and then ran from the courtyard holding back his tears.
“Ronenth!” Frea called, then turned to Garmee Gamee. “What was that about?” Frea demanded.
“I do not know” Garmee Gamee lied. “But let me see to him. You have the business of your Kingdom which needs your attention.” And, she rushed after Ronenth.
Garmee Gamee caught Ronenth at the gate to Frea’s mansion.
“Leave me be,” he said to her.
“Oh, no,” Garmee Gamee said shaking her bleached locks. “I am your greatest supporter. I will not leave you now. So...”
“Then be silent,” Ronenth dejectedly said, as they walked through the bustle of New Rogar Li.
The new city was unlike any city ever built before in Wealdland. The large square structures in the city created closed, narrow avenues and alleys unlike any city ever seen before. The residents were all so eager to cram their houses and shops into the city that so consideration of space or parks was even thought of. The new city felt confined and too open at the same time, with no trees to shade or break the unending vista of box-like houses and halls.
A soft snow began to fall.
In the near distance a group of men yelled and huffed as they dragged a large wheeled wagon with a tank through the sleet and mud of the wide street.
“Give way! Give way!” They called. The fog of the breath of the new Fire Control Squad wreathed the men like a cloud of desperation.
“How large a fire can they stop with that little water jug?” Garmee Gamee snorted, pathetically laughing at her own joke. “They would be lucky to stop a child’s camp fire.” Garmee Gamee looked for approval from Ronenth, but his eyes were filled with sorrow and confusion, and his face dark.
“Do not think about her,” Garmee Gamee said. “It will only make things worse. Why you should think about all the wonderful things being built here in New Rogar Li. This city is being built so fast, it looks like a child’s toy box turned upside-down.” Garmee Gamee looked again for approval from Ronenth, but his dark countenance was now replaced with a scowl.
“Here you are!” An elderly man said approaching.
“What now, Yulenth?” Ronenth moaned.
“You were due in the library at mid day,” the white haired man scolded.
“I’m headed there now,” Ronenth mumbled.
“You have kept me, Solienth and Nostacarr, the master of the library, waiting for the whole day. It’s nearly night!” Yulenth exclaimed.
“I am Garmee Gamee,” the painted woman said with studied cheerfulness.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Yulenth said without looking at her. “The fate of the written word is resting squarely on your shoulders,” he said to Ronenth.
“Why should I care about the written word!” Ronenth snapped as they
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