Chimaera
“Nish thought it had been Mira, though she was sitting back and he couldn’t see her. General Orgestre’s mouth opened and closed. For the first time in his life, it appeared, the hard-faced man was directly threatened, and he was terrified. He began buffing his golden medals, as if to find comfort there.
‘Then Borgistry will fall,’ said Nisbeth. ‘We must evacuate to our refuges.’ ‘Where we’ll either starve in the drylands, freeze in the mountains or be eaten alive by midges in the stinking bogs o...f Mirrilladell,’ said Meylea Thrant, the merchant. ‘Had I known I was throwing my money away, I would have paid my military levies rather less cheerfully.’ ‘You never handed over a copper grint without shedding a tear,’ General Orgestre said, now desperately polishing his chest ornaments.
‘I’d gladly pay it to an officer who’d earned his commission, rather than bought it,’ said Thrant.
Dead silence. Orgestre swelled up like a red-faced toad. His mouth opened but nothing came out.MoreLess
‘Then Borgistry will fall,’ said Nisbeth. ‘We must evacuate to our refuges.’ ‘Where we’ll either starve in the drylands, freeze in the mountains or be eaten alive by midges in the stinking bogs o...f Mirrilladell,’ said Meylea Thrant, the merchant. ‘Had I known I was throwing my money away, I would have paid my military levies rather less cheerfully.’ ‘You never handed over a copper grint without shedding a tear,’ General Orgestre said, now desperately polishing his chest ornaments.
‘I’d gladly pay it to an officer who’d earned his commission, rather than bought it,’ said Thrant.
Dead silence. Orgestre swelled up like a red-faced toad. His mouth opened but nothing came out.MoreLess
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