Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 70
You’re reading novel Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 70 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Use the point! Watch this!" The old man lunged, his slender stick the leg he lacked, the end of his foil between Silk's legs, then under his left arm. Silk himself thrust desperately. Xiphias's parry sent his point awry. Silk cut at his head and lunged when he backed away.
"Where'd you study, lad?"
Auk was on his feet once more, grinning and rubbing his head. Feeling that he had been betrayed, Silk thrust and parried, cut, and parried the old man's cuts. There was no
328.
Gene Wolfe
NlGHTSIDE THE LONG SUN
329.
time to speak, no time to think, no time to do anything but fight. He had dropped the lioness-headed stick, but it did not matter-the pain in his ankle was remote, the pain of somebody else far off, of some body that he hardly knew.
"Good! Oh, very nice!"
The clack, clack, clack of the foils was the beating of the Sphigxdrum that called men to war, the rattle of crotala that led the dance, a dance in which every movement had to be as quick as possible.
"I'll take him, Auk! I'll teach him! He's mine!"
Hopping and half falling, propped by his slender stick, the old man met each attack with careless ease, his mad eyes burning with joy.
Maddened too, Silk thrust at them. His bamboo blade flew wide, and the slender walking stick struck a single, paralyzing blow to his wrist. His foil dropped to the mat, and Xiphias's point thumped his breastbone. "You're dead, Patera!"
Silk stared at him, rubbed his wrist, and at last spat at the old man's feet. "You cheated. You said I couldn't hit with my stick, but you hit me with yours."
"I did! Oh, yes!" The old man flung it into the air and parried it as it fell. "But aren't I sorry? Isn't my heart torn? Overflowing with remorse? Oh, it is, it is! I weep! Where would you like to be buried?"
Auk said quietly,' 'There ain't any rules, Patera, not when we fight. Somebody lives, somebody dies. That's all there is."
Silk started to speak, thought better of it, swallowed, and said, "I understand. If I'd considered something that happened this afternoon more seriously-as I should have before now-I would have understood sooner. You're right, of course, sir. You're both right."
"Where did you study?" Xiphias asked. "Who's your old master?"
"No one," Silk told him truthfully. "We used to fence with laths when I was a boy, sometimes; but I'd never held a real foil before."
Xiphias c.o.c.ked a bushy eyebrow at him. "Like that, eh? Or perhaps you're still angry because I tricked you?" He hopped over to Blood's fallen walking stick, s.n.a.t.c.hed it up (practically falling himself) and tossed it to Silk. "Want to hit me back? Punish me for trying to save you? Do your worst!"
"Of course not. I'd rather thank you, Xiphias, and I do." Silk rubbed the crusted bruise Musk had left on his ribs. "It was a lesson I needed. When may I come for my next?"
While the old man was considering, Auk said, "He'll be a good contact for you, Patera. He's a master-of-arms, not just of the sword. He was the one that sold the boy your needles, see?"
"Mornings, afternoons, or evenings?" Xiphias inquired. "Would evenings be all right? Good! Can we say Hieraxday, then?"
Silk nodded again. "Hieraxday after shadelow, Master Xiphias."
Auk brought the old man his prosthetic leg and helped him keep his balance while he closed its socket about his stump.
"You see," Xiphias asked, tapping it with his foil, "that I've earned the right to do what I did? That I was cheated once myself? That I paid the price when I was as young and strong as you are today?"
Outside, in the hot, silent street, Auk said, "We'll find you a litter before long, Patera. I'll pay 'em, but then I'll have to get going."
Silk smiled. "If I can fight with that marvelous old madman on this ankle, I can certainly walk home on it. You may leave me now, Auk, and Pas's peace go with you. I won't try
330 Gene Wolfe
to thank you for everything you've done for me tonight. I couldn't, even if I talked until morning. But I'll repay you whenever I get the chance."
Auk grinned and clapped him on the back. "No hurry, Patera."
"Down this little street-it's String Street, I know it-and I'll be on Sun Street. A few steps east, and I'll be at the manteion. You have business of your own to attend to, I'm certain. And so good night."
He took care to stride along normally until Auk was out of sight, then permitted himself to limp, leaning on Blood's stick. His bout with Master Xiphias had left him drenched with sweat; fortunately the night wind had no edge to it.
Autumn was nearly over. Was it only yesterday that it had rained? Silk a.s.sured himself that it was. Winter was almost upon them, though there was only that shower to prove it The crops were in-meager crops, most peasants said, hardly worth the work of harvest; the parched dead of summer seemed to last longer each year, and this year the heat had been terrible. As it still was, for that matter.
Here was Sun Street; wide though it was, he had almost missed the turning. The funeral tomorrow-Orpine's final rites, and very likely her first as well. He recalled what Auk had said about her and wished that he had known her, as perhaps Hyacinth had. Had Maytera been able to cash Orchid's draft? He would have to find out-perhaps she had left him a note. He wouldn't have to tell her to sweep the manteion. Could rue soil be had cheaply in the market? No, could rue be had at any price? Almost certainly, yes.
And...
And there was the manse, with the manteion beyond it; but he had barred the Sun Street door.
He hobbled diagonally across Sun Street to the garden gate, unlocked and opened it, and locked it again carefully
NlGHTSIDE THE LONG SuN
331.
behind him. As he went along the narrow path to the manse, where no one slept or ate or lived except himself, voices floated into the garden through the open window. One was harsh, rising almost to a shout, then sinking to a mutter. The other, speaking of Pas and Echidna, of Hierax and Molpe and all the G.o.ds, was in some odd fas.h.i.+on familiar.
He paused for a moment to listen, then sat down on the old worn step. It was-surely it was-his own.
". . . who makes the crops to shoot forth from dirt," said this second voice. "You sprats have all seen it, and you'd think it wonderfully wonderful if you hadn't."
It was his talk at manteion from Molpsday, or rather a parody of it. But perhaps he had really sounded like that, had sounded that foolish. No doubt he sounded that foolish still.
"Thus when we see the trees dancing in the breeze we are to think of her, but not only of her, of her mother, too, for we would not have her without her mother, or the trees, or even the dance."
He had said that, surely. Those had been his precise words-that babble. The Outsider had not only spoken to him, but had somehow split him in two: the Patera Silk who lived here and was speaking now in the musty sellaria, and he himself. Silk the failed thief-Silk the foe and tool of Blood, Silk who was Auk's friend, who had in his waistband an azoth lent him by a wh.o.r.e and her trumpery needier in his pocket.
Silk who longed to see her again.
The harsh voice: "Silk good!"
Perhaps. But was it that Silk or this one, himself? Was it this one, with Hyacinth's azoth in its hand, drawn unconsciously? This Silk who feared and hated Musk, and ached to kill him?
Of whom was he afraid? That other Silk would not have
Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 70
You're reading novel Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 70 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 70 summary
You're reading Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 70. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Gene Wolfe already has 536 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Long Sun - Nightside The Long Sun Part 69