Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
The Bridge was not horizontal, but arched up to the High Office so one must climb, andeven with three or four people in the Bridge with me, I felt very alone. I clutched the brown paper-wrapped Imperial Book to my chest and climbed to the welcomist’s desk. It was the same Yeoli who had booked my appointment moons ago.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
But Minis was still having nightmares ever since Haiu Menshir and Yeoli and they’d been getting worse. Just after the feast he did something and now he was sleeping at night. I knew he had nightmares because Indispensible Bear and I would sometimes be up later than we should and hear him and Uncle Gan talking about it. I got up once, a while ago, so I wouldn’t pee the bed and IB and I'd heard him. He’d been crying in his sleep.
My bedroom is dim. I don't have any lamps in there usually for fear of fire. The window is open and there's a little breeze, like usual this time of day. It's warm and the air is a little thick and kinda sweet from the tree flowers and a little skunky from people's alcohol stoves.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I wished I would be in a position to give him more business, but I was burning all my connections behind me.
“You know, you could let me give him the Imperial Book, if it's that important...”
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I adjust my spectacles upon my nose and inquire at the main desk as if I’d never been there before. They directed me up three floors and down the express-chair wide gold and red tiled hallway through to the Imperial Sub-offices, rather more rarified than the Hall of Internal Serenity and the cells.
The halls up here were plainer than anywhere else but Serenity, and full of people. Most had papers in their hands, some had odd glasswares and at least one person I saw had a cage with something in it that I couldn’t see well, but its eyes flashed red in the lamplight. Perhaps a ferret being brought in to clear out any rats the ratters could not catch. Or some odd creature as a gift intended for either Chevenga or the Imperium.
"Would he know you? Best tell the absolute truth."
"The World's Wisdom and I discussed such topics more than once when He was between terms. He invited me to dinner... and He knows my writing; I've had pieces published in the Pages." That did the trick. It was probably overkill to mention the dinner but I wanted him to stop blocking me.
“Ah, indeed. Go up to the sentry over there and they will direct you to the Imperial offices.”
Monday, August 23, 2010