Ymar rose and followed the dog, laughing. Troopers bearing an oriflamme galloped past, a merchant drove a mule staggering under gold, a beautiful woman rode the shoulders of eunuchs, and at last a dog trotted through the dust. The Autarch joined him and sat with his back to the trunk until Urth had begun to spurn the sun. For example, of Ymar: Disguising himself, he ventured into the countryside, where he spied a muni meditating beneath a plane tree. I have spent weary days in reading the histories of my predecessors, and they consist of little but such accounts. I might easily have condensed everything: I saw a shop and went in I was challenged by an officer of the Septentrions the shopkeeper sent his sister to help me pluck the poisoned flower. I am not certain it is right to record these scenes, which perhaps are important only to me, in so much detail. It has been a long time (twice I have heard the guard changed outside my study door) since I wrote the lines you read only a moment before. I do not know, because I did not hear it. Her brother must have explained what had befallen me. With her upturned nose and strangely tilted eyes, she looked so much like her brother I felt sure they were twins, but the slender figure and delicate features that seemed incongruent in him were compelling in her. 'Did someone speak of me?' The young woman I had met at the front of the shop now came from one of the dark storerooms at its rear. She has often gone to the Sanguinary Field, so perhaps she can also teach you the rudiments of combat with it.' 'Now then,' the shopkeeper said, 'I must stay here to look after things, but I'll send my sister to help you get your avern. Indeed, I was already taking part in more dramas than I realized.

The price seemed excessive, but I paid, and in donning the mantle took one step further toward becoming the actor that day seemed to wish to force me to become. It will be four orichalks if it fits.'Ī mantle so large and loose could not but fit unless it was grossly short or long.

Here.' He strode to the back of his shop and came forward carrying a garment the color of dead leaves. Very well, you are my customer, and I've never yet abandoned a customer.

'I see you know nothing about these matters, yet you are going to fight for your life at twilight. 'You won't engage with swords - in fact, it would be best if you left that with me.'

Shadow of the torturer