The Pain Merchants. Janice Hardy
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Название: The Pain Merchants
Автор: Janice Hardy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007351763
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“Um, sorry.”
“It’s OK.” He chuckled and poured us both coffee. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Don’t eat for three days,” I mumbled around a mouthful of fish. “You’d be surprised how fast you can shovel it in. You don’t even need to breathe.”
“No, I mean the pain, but that’s impressive too.”
I shrugged. “It’s only healing.”
“It’s more than that. I hurt so much I don’t want to move, but you seem fine.”
I kept my eyes on my fishcakes. “I’m used to it I guess. Or Takers have a naturally high pain threshold. I don’t know. I never thought about it.”
“Well, you’re really good at it.”
“Good at it?” I looked up in time to catch his grimace.
Danello looked away fast and fiddled with the edge of his plate. He was really cute all shy like that. Even cuter than he was in the moonlight.
“You know what I mean,” he mumbled.
“Hmm,” I said, suddenly aware of my dirty hands, damp clothes and a smell I prayed wasn’t me.
He stayed quiet for a long time, slipping glances at me and looking away again. I kept eating, fighting the urge to smooth my hair and trying not to think about how much it was frizzing. When the weather was this humid, my curls puffed like a frayed rope.
Finally he said, “Are your parents Takers?”
I chewed the fish a few chews longer than it needed and swallowed. “My mother was. Grannyma too.”
He nodded. “So it’s just you and your da now?”
“Sister. Just me and my sister.”
An understanding pause. “Did she work at the League? Your mother I mean.”
“Since she was twelve, same as my grannyma. My father was an enchanter. He worked the forges mostly and prepared the pynvium to absorb pain. His great-grandfather staked the first pynvium mine found in Geveg.”
Danello’s shoulders slumped like he’d heard bad news. “You’re an aristocrat.”
It surprised me that still mattered. It used to, back when Geveg was wealthy and there had been a lot of aristocrats. You didn’t see fishermen or farmers invited on to the Terraces. Such distinctions vanished when the war came. All had gone to fight when needed, even aristocrats. They weren’t like the Baseeri nobles, who paid others to die for them.
“Not since the Duke took it all away.” I gulped my coffee and singed the back of my throat. “After the Duke arrested Grannyma, his soldiers barged into our home like it was theirs, tossed Tali and me out like rubbish. Didn’t even let us get our clothes, our toys, memories of our parents. Didn’t care that we had nowhere to go. Is there more coffee?”
He stared at me, mouth half open, then nodded. “Yeah, let me get it.” He poured it, got me another fishcake and started slicing a pear. “My parents worked at the university, but they weren’t full professors or anything high-pay. My ma taught fencing and military history, my da philosophy. She was killed before the war ended. Da says it was stupid for her to fight when everyone knew we’d lose, but she did it anyway.”
He set the plate of fruit down between us and eased into his chair. “They kicked us out too.”
We didn’t talk much after that. Nice really, sitting with someone who understood and could just be. Halima came in and cleared the table, then made me a bed by the window. She fussed over it like any good hostess. Even asked me if I needed an extra blanket. Jovan’s brows rose a little and he glanced at his bed, so I declined.
“Goodnight,” the children said as they shuffled into their room. The door thumped shut behind them.
Danello stared at me, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. Foolish as it was, I kept worrying about my patched knees and mismatched socks. He didn’t seem to notice though, and he had his share of patches.
“How did you find out you were, you know, different?” he asked.
I hesitated, but he knew the truth already. “It was just before the war ended. I was ten, and my little sister and I were helping Mama and Grannyma treat the wounded at the League. Tali was running when she shouldn’t have and tripped over a sword. Sliced her calf open bad. I saw all the blood, heard her crying and I just grabbed her leg. I wanted it to stop, you know?” I shivered. “I’m not even sure what I did, but suddenly my calf hurt and she was fine.”
“You healed her without any training?” Danello’s eyes widened. “At ten?”
“Yeah. Mama always thought we’d both be Takers—it runs in families—but she kept quiet about it. She was afraid they’d take us away. She was always telling me, ‘Don’t try to heal, don’t touch the Elders, don’t get too close to the Trackers.’ I was so scared I’d done something wrong by healing Tali, I tried to put her pain back. And I did.”
That had scared Mama a lot worse than me healing had. I could still remember the terror on her face when Tali ran up, pointing to her calf that didn’t have a scratch on it and crying that it hurt funny. Mama had grabbed me by the shoulders and told me to never, ever do it again. Then she hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe, made me swear
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