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assassins. As he considered that, he could feel a slow-burning anger
rekindle or perhaps he just recognized it. Because he stopped a killing, he
was going to be more of a target? He was likely to be in even greater danger&
and it had all started with that sow s ass Puvort! Just because Puvort hadn t
liked Rahl, he d made Rahl s self-defense into a crime. The bastard had
twisted the truth and misrepresented what had happened and exiled Rahl to
Nylan, and there the magisters hadn t been much help, either. Everyone wanted
to blame, but no one really had wanted to help or explain. And now, Rahl was
stuck in Swartheld, and he not only had to worry about the mage-guards, and
what he would do in less than a season, but he also had to worry about
assassins, and that didn t take into account cutpurses, and the schemes of
Shyret and Chenaryl.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. No matter what he tried to
do, the future was looking grimmer and grimmer, and no one cared. Puvort
certainly hadn t cared, and Kadara hadn t been much better. The only one who d
tried to explain anything had been Deybri, and she was a healer, not a
magister.
He was still seething when Daelyt returned.
Is everything all right, Rahl? You look& disturbed.
Just thinking. Rahl forced a laugh. Sometimes, it s hard to get used to a
new place.
That s true. My first year here was hard. Daelyt paused at the desk. I ll
be back in a moment. I need more ink.
Before Daelyt returned, two traders walked in, looking for wool and various
dyestuffs. From that moment on, both clerks were busy until late in the
afternoon.
.When the last of a continuous string of traders had left, Daelyt smiled
crookedly. Didn t I tell you that it would get busier?
You did.
The door opened again, and Rahl turned his head.
A swarthy young man in a clerk s summer tunic walked to the desk. Daelyt!
Hylart, what are you doing here? You walk all the way from the north piers?
Hardly. There s a wagon outside with Sumyl and a driver. I ve got what
Waolsyn owes your director. With twenty golds in the pouch, no one was going
to let me walk.
Daelyt inclined his head, and Rahl hurried back to Shyret s study.
Director, Hylart is here with twenty golds from Waolsyn.
Now? After the Exchange is closed?
Yes, ser.
With a sigh that seemed forced to Rahl, rather than » resigned, Shyret rose
from behind the fruitwood desk. Tell him I ll be right there.
Yes, ser. Rahl turned and headed back to his own desk. As he neared the
other two clerks, he slowed slightly, taking in what they were saying.
..: anyone else who might have known that Waolsyn was going to pay the
Association? asked Daelyt.
If Waolsyn knows it, so does all Swartheld, replied Hylart. He never says
what he receives, but he s always complaining about all the factors he owes.
Both stopped talking as they saw Rahl.
He ll be right here. * Oh& Hylart, this is Rahl. He s new with .us, the
past. two eightdays.
Rahl inclined his head. I m pleased to meet you.
From Ada?
Just my speech, Rahl said, offering a smile.
He s from Nylan, Daelyt added, but he learned Hamorian in Atla.
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As he took his seat at the desk Rahl decided against correcting Daelyt.
You think the rain will continue? asked Daelyt.
For a few days. The first rains of fall always last a few days. Makes the
mage-guards edgy, though. Have to be careful around them when it rains.
That s what they say.
That s the way it is, insisted Hylart.
Shyret approached, clearly his throat loudly, before speaking. You have
something for me, Hylart?
Yes, ser. The last remittance on the last purchases. The clerk handed a
cloth pouch to the director. Ser Waolsyn would like a receipt, ser. Hylart
drew an envelope from his tunic. If you would not mind signing& ?. -,
If you would not mind my counting the golds first, countered Shyret, opening
the cloth pouch and easing the coins onto the desktop before Daelyt. & eight,
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assassins. As he considered that, he could feel a slow-burning anger
rekindle or perhaps he just recognized it. Because he stopped a killing, he
was going to be more of a target? He was likely to be in even greater danger&
and it had all started with that sow s ass Puvort! Just because Puvort hadn t
liked Rahl, he d made Rahl s self-defense into a crime. The bastard had
twisted the truth and misrepresented what had happened and exiled Rahl to
Nylan, and there the magisters hadn t been much help, either. Everyone wanted
to blame, but no one really had wanted to help or explain. And now, Rahl was
stuck in Swartheld, and he not only had to worry about the mage-guards, and
what he would do in less than a season, but he also had to worry about
assassins, and that didn t take into account cutpurses, and the schemes of
Shyret and Chenaryl.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. No matter what he tried to
do, the future was looking grimmer and grimmer, and no one cared. Puvort
certainly hadn t cared, and Kadara hadn t been much better. The only one who d
tried to explain anything had been Deybri, and she was a healer, not a
magister.
He was still seething when Daelyt returned.
Is everything all right, Rahl? You look& disturbed.
Just thinking. Rahl forced a laugh. Sometimes, it s hard to get used to a
new place.
That s true. My first year here was hard. Daelyt paused at the desk. I ll
be back in a moment. I need more ink.
Before Daelyt returned, two traders walked in, looking for wool and various
dyestuffs. From that moment on, both clerks were busy until late in the
afternoon.
.When the last of a continuous string of traders had left, Daelyt smiled
crookedly. Didn t I tell you that it would get busier?
You did.
The door opened again, and Rahl turned his head.
A swarthy young man in a clerk s summer tunic walked to the desk. Daelyt!
Hylart, what are you doing here? You walk all the way from the north piers?
Hardly. There s a wagon outside with Sumyl and a driver. I ve got what
Waolsyn owes your director. With twenty golds in the pouch, no one was going
to let me walk.
Daelyt inclined his head, and Rahl hurried back to Shyret s study.
Director, Hylart is here with twenty golds from Waolsyn.
Now? After the Exchange is closed?
Yes, ser.
With a sigh that seemed forced to Rahl, rather than » resigned, Shyret rose
from behind the fruitwood desk. Tell him I ll be right there.
Yes, ser. Rahl turned and headed back to his own desk. As he neared the
other two clerks, he slowed slightly, taking in what they were saying.
..: anyone else who might have known that Waolsyn was going to pay the
Association? asked Daelyt.
If Waolsyn knows it, so does all Swartheld, replied Hylart. He never says
what he receives, but he s always complaining about all the factors he owes.
Both stopped talking as they saw Rahl.
He ll be right here. * Oh& Hylart, this is Rahl. He s new with .us, the
past. two eightdays.
Rahl inclined his head. I m pleased to meet you.
From Ada?
Just my speech, Rahl said, offering a smile.
He s from Nylan, Daelyt added, but he learned Hamorian in Atla.
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As he took his seat at the desk Rahl decided against correcting Daelyt.
You think the rain will continue? asked Daelyt.
For a few days. The first rains of fall always last a few days. Makes the
mage-guards edgy, though. Have to be careful around them when it rains.
That s what they say.
That s the way it is, insisted Hylart.
Shyret approached, clearly his throat loudly, before speaking. You have
something for me, Hylart?
Yes, ser. The last remittance on the last purchases. The clerk handed a
cloth pouch to the director. Ser Waolsyn would like a receipt, ser. Hylart
drew an envelope from his tunic. If you would not mind signing& ?. -,
If you would not mind my counting the golds first, countered Shyret, opening
the cloth pouch and easing the coins onto the desktop before Daelyt. & eight,
nine, ten& thirteen, seventeen,. . nineteen, twenty& all here. He swept the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]