gma
er
hed.
rangement with
987
Rivkin
n whole or in part，
without permission
y Publishing Group
New York 10016.
ley Publishing Group
New York 10016.
\"A\" logo
- ommunications， Inc.
)F AMERICA
1
CORSON BRENN TORISK looked irritably at her companion. Nycta-
sia was toying with her dinner in gloomy silence， lost in thought，
and Corson had had enough of her brooding.
\"Are you going to eat that or aren t you?\"
\"I haven t much appetite， I m afraid，\" Nyctasia said listlessly.
Corson shrugged and scraped the rabbit pie from Nyctasia s
plate onto her own. \"Since we got to Osela you ve done nothing
but mope about，\" she complained. \"You ve hardly left the inn.
We came here to see the fair!\"
\"And after I ve seen it， what then? On the way here I had at
least a destination. Now we re here， I ve lost even that.\"
Corson had long been accustomed to the life of a wandering
mercenary， but the Lady Nyctasia ar n Edonaris had never known
what it was to be homeless. She had passed all her life in the
city-state of Rhostshyl， and she could not resign herself to exile.
Corson sighed. She was losing all patience with Nyctasia s
melancholy. \"I thought you planned to go south to the Valley-
lands， to visit the Edonaris who own vineyards at Vale.\"
\"Even if they should prove to be of my blood， I I1 only be a
stranger to them. I ve no place or purpose among them. Why
should they welcome me?\"
|
内容加载中，请稍后...
商品评论（0条）