The Demon Cycle Books 1-3 and Novellas: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War plus The Great Bazaar and Brayan’s Gold and Messenger’s Legacy. Peter V. Brett

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      ‘We should make plans,’ Mery said one evening, as she and Arlen walked to her father’s house.

      ‘Plans?’ Arlen asked.

      ‘For the wedding, goose,’ Mery laughed. ‘My father would never let me marry an apprentice, but he’ll speak of nothing else once you’re a Warder.’

      ‘Messenger,’ Arlen corrected.

      Mery looked at him for a long time. ‘It’s time to put your trips aside, Arlen,’ she said. ‘You’ll be a father soon.’

      ‘What has that got to do with it?’ Arlen asked. ‘Lots of Messengers are fathers.’

      ‘I won’t marry a Messenger,’ Mery said flatly. ‘You know that. You’ve always known.’

      ‘Just as you’ve always known that’s what I am,’ Arlen replied. ‘Yet here you are.’

      ‘I thought you could change,’ Mery said. ‘I thought you could escape this delusion that you’re somehow trapped, that you need to risk your life to be free. I thought you loved me!’

      ‘I do,’ Arlen said.

      ‘But not enough to give this up,’ she said. Arlen was quiet.

      ‘How can you love me and still do this?’ Mery demanded.

      ‘Ragen loves Elissa,’ Arlen said. ‘It is possible to do both.’

      ‘Elissa hates what Ragen does,’ Mery countered. ‘You said so yourself.’

      ‘And yet they’ve been married fifteen years,’ Arlen said.

      ‘Is that what you condemn me to?’ Mery asked. ‘Sleepless nights alone, not knowing if you’ll ever come back? Wondering if you’re dead, or if you’ve met some minx in another city?’

      ‘That won’t happen,’ Arlen said.

      ‘You’re corespawned right it won’t,’ Mery said, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. ‘I won’t let it. We’re done.’

      ‘Mery, please,’ Arlen said, reaching out to her, but she drew back, evading his grasp.

      ‘We have nothing more to say.’ She whirled and ran off towards her father’s house.

      Arlen stood there a long time, staring after her. The shadows grew long, and the sun dipped below the horizon, but still he stood, even at Last Bell. He shuffled his boots on the cobbled street, wishing the corelings could rise through the worked stone and consume him.

      ‘Arlen! Creator, what are you doing here?!’ Elissa cried, rushing to him as he entered the manse. ‘When the sun went down, we thought you were staying at Cob’s!’

      ‘I just needed some time to think,’ Arlen mumbled.

      ‘Outside in the dark?!’

      Arlen shrugged. ‘The city is warded. There were no corelings about.’

      Elissa opened her mouth to speak, but she caught the look in Arlen’s eyes, and the reprimand died on her lips. ‘Arlen, what’s happened?’ she asked softly.

      ‘I told Mery what I told you,’ Arlen said, laughing numbly. ‘She didn’t take it as well.’

      ‘I don’t recall taking it very well myself,’ Elissa said.

      ‘There you’ll find my meaning,’ Arlen agreed, heading up the stairs. He went to his room and threw open the window, breathing the cold night air and looking out into the darkness.

      In the morning, he went to see guildmaster Malcum.

      Marya cried before dawn the next morning, but the sound brought relief rather than irritation. Elissa had heard stories of children dying in the night, and the thought filled her with such terror that the child had to be pried from her arms at bedtime, her dreams filled with knotting anxiety.

      Elissa swung her feet out of bed and into her slippers as she freed a breast for nursing. Marya pinched the nipple hard, but even the pain was welcome, a sign of strength in her beloved child. ‘That’s it, light,’ she cooed, ‘drink and grow strong.’

      She paced as the child nursed, already dreading being parted from her. Ragen snored contentedly in the bed. After only a few weeks’ retirement, he was sleeping better, his nightmares less frequent, and she and Marya kept his days filled, that the road might not tempt him.

      When Marya finally let go, she burped contently and dozed off. Elissa kissed her and put her back into her nest, going to the door. Margrit was waiting there, as always.

      ‘G’morning, Mother Elissa,’ the woman said. The title, and the genuine affection with which it was said, still filled Elissa with joy. Even though Margrit had been her servant, they had never before been peers in the way that counted most in Miln.

      ‘Heard the darling’s cries,’ Margrit said. ‘She’s a strong one.’

      ‘I need to go out,’ Elissa said. ‘Please prepare a bath and have my blue dress and ermine cloak laid out.’ The woman nodded, and Elissa went back to her child’s side. When she was bathed and dressed, Elissa reluctantly handed the baby to Margrit and went out into the city before СКАЧАТЬ