[LMB] SP: TSK: Beguilement Chapter 9

[Tzivia Adler]

2 summaries in one night!
ziviya, hiding out from the smell of cooking fish

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<snip victoria's excellent summary and analysis, for fear of the quote pixie 
and things that go bump in the night>
the bits i found most interesting follow herewith:

glassforge:  a town so rich, they pave the street with brick!
offering free rooms to the patrollers guarantees that there will be more
patrols in that area.  enough that for sixty years, malices were caught too
small to pester the locals.

someone from the other patrol to dag:  your patrol swore you'd turn up like
a cat, then ran out to look for you anyhow.  looks like the cat people were
right.

reela broke her leg.
dag: bad?
patroller: she'll get to keep it.
dag: good enough, then.
patroller: *notices dag's stump for the first time*

sean: the healing ribs only hurt when i laugh
dag: don't tell the patrollers, then *eyes light up*
sean: *starts to laugh* ow!
dag:  see what i mean?  *is very happy that sean isn't dead*

fawn makes a mental list of 'things women get paid for around here' for when 
she's better and wants to earn her own living.

the serving girl brings milk fresh from the cow:  do people ever get sick 
from non pasteurized milk in this culture?

mari comes in, ready to ream dag out.  he offers 'aunt mari' a chair.  aunt? 
did we get that previously and i just missed it, or is that new?

dag announces that -fawn- is the one who killed the malice.  'saved my life, 
and the world, for the usual bonus'

in private, mari sees the ruined hand-harness: do you still -have- an arm?
dag: barely.  i need to get that fixed, with stronger thread.
mari:  oh yeah? which do you -want- to break first, you or it?
dag:  ah.  you have a point.  *motions fawn to sit*
me: wait a minute.  she got dizzy climbing 2 flights of stairs, continued, 
to the third floor, and no one noticed she needs a seat -right- -now-?  this 
conversation is suddenly less funny.  especially since she is still bleeding 
and only slowly healing.

dag tells the story.  mari is surprised that the malice didn't take fawn's 
ground together w/the baby's .  fawn points out that it was about to break 
her neck when she finally got the right knife into it.
 i didn't stop to think during the fast paced fight, but why didn't the 
malice just drain her the way it drained the baby's ground?  would it get 
her ground by just killing her?
mari:  the -right- knife?  *checks the unbroken, supposedly unprimed knife*
dag: tells more of the tale, but can't really explains further bec he's not 
a lore-master.  hmm.  i suspect we're going to meet a lore master or two in 
the future, yes?

dag asks mari to check fawn's ground.  he wants to stay and watch, since no 
clothing will be removed.  mari:  women's business.  scat!  to fawn: 
healing nicely, you'll be able to have more kids.  be careful, -miss- 
bluefield.  and the dad?

fawn: left the baby all to me.  which is why i was on the road.
mari:  farmers.  i'll never understand 'em.
fawn: there are no lakewalker louts?
mari:  well....... *is embarrassed*

dag's history in a nutshell:  there was a bea-u-tiful warrior maiden, who 
was courted by many.  a young patrol leader from the east won her. then, in 
the biggest, baddest hinterland, a malice grew big. there were no people to 
enslave, but there were wolves...  dag, his wife, and a patrol of 50 thought 
they were going to meet about 50 wolves.  even odds, right?  they got more 
like five hundred.
fawn: gasp!!!!
mari: in one hour dag lost his hand, his wife, his company, and the battle. 
he didn't lose the war, bec he bought enough time for the other group of 
patrollers to kill the malice.
when he woke up, he didn't take it well.  after osme time, the camp captain 
fairbolt crow dragged him to a maker, who made his arm harness and assorted 
tools. dag went on patrol and he used a dozen sharing knives since.  but 
never the one made of his wife's bones.  till now.

dag takes fawn to her own room.  his room is on the other side of the wall - 
with an adjoining door.  (?!?)  he advises her to sleep, and he'll take her 
down to dinner later.
dag:  seems all i do is tell folks to sleep
fawn: but i'm really going to do it!
dag: *grins*
fawn: that grin should be illegal.
me: especially if he's going to be on the other side of the wall!  if he can 
sense her ground from up a tree, can he sense it from across a narrow room 
with only a thin wal lin the way?

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