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ot much," he says cheerfully, "even though they know I can keep secrets--mainly because people watch me trip over things and conclude there aren't any brains in my head." And rightfully so, she sighs to herself. Fine, ignoring him won't work. Disbelieving him, then? She is *not* eating with a babbling klutz. There is *no* way she could be eating with a babbling klutz. The gods wouldn't do that even to her...would they? She sorts through the worst acts of her life and regretfully concludes that there could be a few misunderstood to the point that a babbling klutz would be sent to eat with her. ...though maybe, having sent this klutz to her, maybe her chances of surviving the mission have been correspondingly raised...right? He wipes his mouth and continues, "My specialties are counterspelling and disguise. The executioner taught me for a while, though he said he was surprised the gods hadn't given me an extra pair of legs to keep my balance. Oh, and I've gotten really good at fixing sprained ankles and disruptions--with a breath of wind I can get all the kettles in a kitchen to topple over." "What breath?" she mutters. "You use it all up talking at full speed." Reluctantly, and only to herself, she admits that these are useful complementary skills--jumping down walls and sneaking into kitchens are things she's done. All right, she might let him tag along--on a leash--in the case that she need to do so. And he sounds proud of it, Marika thinks disgustedly. Still, if the executioner taught him, he must have some hidden skill at something. It also occurs to her that Lynx didn't specify *what the executioner taught, though presumably magic was some part of it. Lynx's eyes are ingenuous. "They think Commandant Miris has been captured or killed...from what I've heard he's erratic but not irresponsible, which I suppose is possible. We're to find out what's happened to him first of all, and then set up a base of operations in Avrezin." He hesitates, then adds, "My father was Ezinen. I never met him. So what've they told *you*?" "About the same," she says noncommitantly. She's wary of that "we". "You've been to Avrezin, I assume?"
Back: Marika's Prologue 6 Tower graphic courtesy of Clipart Castle.
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