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a
trial separation.
We can take her, mildly, and then she will leave. You cannot tolerate her
presence. Drive her off. I will help thee, spake Vashanka.
'Must you be so predictable, Pillager?' Tempus mumbled under his breath, so
that
Abarsis's Tros horse swivelled its ears back to eavesdrop. He slapped its
neck,
and told it to continue on straight and smartly. They were headed towards
Lastel's modest eastside estate.
Constancy is one of My attributes, jibed the god in Tempus's head
meaningfully.
'You are not getting her, 0 Ravening One. You who are never satisfied, in this
one thing, will not triumph. What would we have between us to keep it clear
who
is whom? I cannot allow it.'
You will, said Vashanka so loud in his head that he winced in his saddle and
the
Tros horse broke stride, looking reproachfully about at him to see what that
shift of weight could possibly be construed to mean.
Tempus stopped the horse in the middle of the cool shadowed way on
that
beautiful morning and sat stiffly a long while, conducting an internal battle
which had no resolution.
After a time, he swung the horse back in its tracks, kicked it into a lope
towards the barracks from which he had just come. Let her stay with One-
Thumb,
if she would. She had come between him and his god before. He was not
ready to
give her to the god, and he was not ready to give himself back into the hands
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his curse, rip asunder what had been so laboriously patched together and at
such
great cost. He thought of Abarsis, and Kadakithis, and the refractory
upcountry
peoples, and he promised Vashanka any other woman the god should care to
choose
before sundown. Cime would keep, no doubt, right where she was. He would
see to
it that Lastel saw to her.
Abarsis's Tros horse snorted softly, as if in agreement, single-footing through
Sanctuary's better streets towards the barracks. But the Tros horse could
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victory than in all the wars of all the empires he had ever laboured to
increase. Now the Tros horse whose belly quivered between Tempus's knees
as it
issued a blaring trumpet to the dusty air did so not because of its rider's
triumph over self and god, but out of pure high spirits, as horses always will
praise a fine day dawned.
THINGS THE EDITOR NEVER TOLD ME
by Lynn Abbey
I had just administered the coup de gr&ce to my latest Thieves' (Vor/rf
offering- my third - when Bob asked if I'd like to have the last word in
Shadows
of Sanctuary, It was an offer I couldn't refuse, though I'd no idea how I would
put into words the experiences of working on all three Thieves' World
volumes.
After many unsuccessful attempts at getting this essay down on paper, I
began to
suspect that maybe Bob hadn't known the right words either. He was smiling
when
he made the offer, and he doesn't usually give up a by-line that easily. Sigh.
Another example of Things the Editor Never Told Me.
Actually, a lot of things the editor didn't tell us were things he didn't know
himself. We were all nai've about the mechanics of a franchised universe back
at
Boskone of 1978 when the Thieves' World project was created. It sounded
wondrously uncomplicated: we would exchange character sketches and refer
to a
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common street map; Bob would write us a history; Andy Offutt would create
our
gods. We only had to go to ground and write our 5,000-10,000 words. Fat
chance.
Unexpected discovery number one: Sanctuary isn't an imaginary anything;
it's a
state of mind recognized by the American Psychiatric Association.
We thought we'd gone to ground - it turned out that we'd gone overboard.
Bob
hadn't told us the things we'd really need to know, and none of us wanted to
dictate to the guy who'd created this fun-house, so each of us made great use
of
the little vicissitudes of life that would add 'grit' and 'realism' to our
stories. My not-gypsy read not-Tarot cards, dealt with necromancers, stole
a
corpse and witnessed the usual street violence.
It didn't seem too bad until I found the entire book oozing out of my mailbox [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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