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A/N: Thanks, reviewers! By the way, it doesn't say I've updated unless I add another chapter. So please go back and look at my 'Finally, Some Facts' chapter, which I added a lot to. I know there's been a lot of dialogue 'n' description in the past few chapters, but as the plot gets underway, there'll be more action, I promise.
flossy: thanks for the constructive criticism! Yeah, sorry about the extravagance of the beginning-- my muse, whose name is Mel O. Dramatica, is, well, a wee bit dramatic. You'll notice, though, that as my story develops, there's less of that.
Kavindra: I hope you got my review of your story, where I kinda replied. Thank you sooo much! *happy dance*
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Sameth gave his son a concise version of what Ellimere had told Firi.
"And the poem said, 'water climbing ever high / grips the one whom you hold dear/ Is it endless? Time is not-- / swiftly go and swiftly fear'. We don't know what to make of it. Your Aunt Ellimere is talking to your cousin, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, about it as we speak, but at the moment, we don't even know if whoever wrote this meant it as a benevolent warning or a malevolent threat," he finished helplessly.
Leth tried to block it out, block it ALL out. It was as bad as he'd feared.
"So we're sending out a faction of the Royal Guard. The Clayr Saw your sister, Ysande, coming with them, so she'll be accompanying the Guard. So will Lirael's son, your "cousin" Ralim, being a Wallmaker and all . . ."
Somewhere beneath the shock, Letharen felt a bolt of anger. Once again, rubbed in his face that the TALENTED ones, the ones of the important BLOODLINES, THEY got to go. Not Leth, no, never untalented, bloodless old Leth, HE would never be able to come.
He felt a spark of jealousy for Ralim, a year and a half younger than him. When the two were younger, Ralim and Leth had played together-- before it transpired that the blood of the ancient Wallmakers coursed through Ral's veins. After that, Ralim had spent his time learning things from Sameth, who was delighted to find another of the Wallmakers. Letharen had been insanely jealous of Ral-- from his point of view, the boy's blood had taken Leth's father away.
"Ellimere's daughter, Firali," Sam continued, "as the Abhorsen-in- Waiting, is too valuable to lose. She will merely take care of the usual duties of the Abhorsen until we find Lirael." Sameth didn't allow himself to think of what would happen if they didn't find her-- they just /had/ to!
An idea had been rising in Letharen as his father spoke, as he listened to Sam mention all of his other cousins, all who had laid claim to a bloodline.
"Dad! Let me come!" he blurted out.
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I should update pretty soon. Please take a billionth of a second out of your lives to tell me what you think of this!
--EvilG
A/N: Thanks, reviewers! By the way, it doesn't say I've updated unless I add another chapter. So please go back and look at my 'Finally, Some Facts' chapter, which I added a lot to. I know there's been a lot of dialogue 'n' description in the past few chapters, but as the plot gets underway, there'll be more action, I promise.
flossy: thanks for the constructive criticism! Yeah, sorry about the extravagance of the beginning-- my muse, whose name is Mel O. Dramatica, is, well, a wee bit dramatic. You'll notice, though, that as my story develops, there's less of that.
Kavindra: I hope you got my review of your story, where I kinda replied. Thank you sooo much! *happy dance*
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Sameth gave his son a concise version of what Ellimere had told Firi.
"And the poem said, 'water climbing ever high / grips the one whom you hold dear/ Is it endless? Time is not-- / swiftly go and swiftly fear'. We don't know what to make of it. Your Aunt Ellimere is talking to your cousin, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, about it as we speak, but at the moment, we don't even know if whoever wrote this meant it as a benevolent warning or a malevolent threat," he finished helplessly.
Leth tried to block it out, block it ALL out. It was as bad as he'd feared.
"So we're sending out a faction of the Royal Guard. The Clayr Saw your sister, Ysande, coming with them, so she'll be accompanying the Guard. So will Lirael's son, your "cousin" Ralim, being a Wallmaker and all . . ."
Somewhere beneath the shock, Letharen felt a bolt of anger. Once again, rubbed in his face that the TALENTED ones, the ones of the important BLOODLINES, THEY got to go. Not Leth, no, never untalented, bloodless old Leth, HE would never be able to come.
He felt a spark of jealousy for Ralim, a year and a half younger than him. When the two were younger, Ralim and Leth had played together-- before it transpired that the blood of the ancient Wallmakers coursed through Ral's veins. After that, Ralim had spent his time learning things from Sameth, who was delighted to find another of the Wallmakers. Letharen had been insanely jealous of Ral-- from his point of view, the boy's blood had taken Leth's father away.
"Ellimere's daughter, Firali," Sam continued, "as the Abhorsen-in- Waiting, is too valuable to lose. She will merely take care of the usual duties of the Abhorsen until we find Lirael." Sameth didn't allow himself to think of what would happen if they didn't find her-- they just /had/ to!
An idea had been rising in Letharen as his father spoke, as he listened to Sam mention all of his other cousins, all who had laid claim to a bloodline.
"Dad! Let me come!" he blurted out.
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I should update pretty soon. Please take a billionth of a second out of your lives to tell me what you think of this!
--EvilG