Lord of the Sky (The Young Ancients: Timon) Read Online Free
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"I don't know if he has anything on him right now, so..."
The line picked up less than ten seconds later.
"Alphonse here. What may I do for you today?"
"Hey, this is Timon. Just calling in with a report. I've gone to Montblanc and gotten at the secret battle plans of the rebellion, as far as the Countess knows them. That is to say; she's currently out of the loop. Truth tested, so that's at least accurate information. She was very nice about it all and volunteered without me asking, before you scold me for being rude. She's very polite." There was a silence for a moment, but the Prince didn't ask any revealing questions, like what the heck he was doing there, or if he'd lost his mind. Instead there was just a low hissing sound from a bit further back than the man would be.
"I see. Is she still alive? Close questioning of a Countess is a risky business..."
Timon looked up at the woman and made himself roll his eyes, as if trying to be playful. With his looks that would work, more or less.
"I didn't torture her, I'm trading valuable baking and cleaning services for it. She took the amulet herself to prove her good will, like I just said. Oh..." He paused and looked up at the woman, his eyes dead and probably glassy looking. Then he shrugged, deciding to be a pain in the rear for no particular reason. "I also offered her healing amulets for her people if she promised to step out of the rebellion, since things are pretty bad here. She doesn't have much of a force left for combat anyway. Can you run that by the King for us? I'll want her left alive, naturally, and whole, with her position intact, if that's acceptable. I can add her to my collection of intimidating tall women." The words flowed out, and he didn't mean them, but there was only a single, rather hard word in reply.
" Wait ." Then the Prince obviously moved with some quickness, the rustling of his clothing sounding real, as did the fall of his foot on the stone floor he was on, which probably meant he was already in the throne room.
The Countess was glaring at him, but didn't say anything at all. She was grinding her teeth however, and seemed ready to hit him. Tim couldn't like that at all.
"Countier Baker? Can you repeat the offer you made?" This came from Richard, a voice that he recognized now, without needing to be informed who it was. Apparently the Countess could as well, from the pained look on her face.
Timon, for his part, just lied.
"Healing amulets for her people, a promise of no retaliation against her or them, and some aid, by way of food and funds, in return for her stepping out of the rebellion and reaffirming her fealty to you. She's good for it. Mistakes were made, and she'll have to humble herself to you and knock her head against the floor a thousand times, but that should be enough. She seems a good enough sort really and her people need to be out of this, I doubt they can take a lot more." As if he could tell that from the situation? There was a long pause and then low murmuring form the device in his hand, the woman's lips going white, she was pursing them so hard.
Finally the King came back on his voice marginally happy sounding.
"Well, that would be a wonderful Noram Day present. Can she be trusted to keep her part of it? It could be a trap."
Timon just held out the Truth amulet again, in his left hand this time and waited. She'd take it or not. He really expected her to try and knock if from his hand, or call for a guard, but after swallowing hard several times, she held out her own hand. He laid the device in her palm carefully.
"She's under Truth verification now. Ask what you want to know."
"She's there? Heather?"
"I'm here Richard and like the Countier said, I'm holding an activated Truth amulet. I suppose I can do what he said. I don't know if I like the idea of being collected , whatever that means, but my people can't take any more of your death scourge. You win. What do I have to do?"
That, it
"I don't know if he has anything on him right now, so..."
The line picked up less than ten seconds later.
"Alphonse here. What may I do for you today?"
"Hey, this is Timon. Just calling in with a report. I've gone to Montblanc and gotten at the secret battle plans of the rebellion, as far as the Countess knows them. That is to say; she's currently out of the loop. Truth tested, so that's at least accurate information. She was very nice about it all and volunteered without me asking, before you scold me for being rude. She's very polite." There was a silence for a moment, but the Prince didn't ask any revealing questions, like what the heck he was doing there, or if he'd lost his mind. Instead there was just a low hissing sound from a bit further back than the man would be.
"I see. Is she still alive? Close questioning of a Countess is a risky business..."
Timon looked up at the woman and made himself roll his eyes, as if trying to be playful. With his looks that would work, more or less.
"I didn't torture her, I'm trading valuable baking and cleaning services for it. She took the amulet herself to prove her good will, like I just said. Oh..." He paused and looked up at the woman, his eyes dead and probably glassy looking. Then he shrugged, deciding to be a pain in the rear for no particular reason. "I also offered her healing amulets for her people if she promised to step out of the rebellion, since things are pretty bad here. She doesn't have much of a force left for combat anyway. Can you run that by the King for us? I'll want her left alive, naturally, and whole, with her position intact, if that's acceptable. I can add her to my collection of intimidating tall women." The words flowed out, and he didn't mean them, but there was only a single, rather hard word in reply.
" Wait ." Then the Prince obviously moved with some quickness, the rustling of his clothing sounding real, as did the fall of his foot on the stone floor he was on, which probably meant he was already in the throne room.
The Countess was glaring at him, but didn't say anything at all. She was grinding her teeth however, and seemed ready to hit him. Tim couldn't like that at all.
"Countier Baker? Can you repeat the offer you made?" This came from Richard, a voice that he recognized now, without needing to be informed who it was. Apparently the Countess could as well, from the pained look on her face.
Timon, for his part, just lied.
"Healing amulets for her people, a promise of no retaliation against her or them, and some aid, by way of food and funds, in return for her stepping out of the rebellion and reaffirming her fealty to you. She's good for it. Mistakes were made, and she'll have to humble herself to you and knock her head against the floor a thousand times, but that should be enough. She seems a good enough sort really and her people need to be out of this, I doubt they can take a lot more." As if he could tell that from the situation? There was a long pause and then low murmuring form the device in his hand, the woman's lips going white, she was pursing them so hard.
Finally the King came back on his voice marginally happy sounding.
"Well, that would be a wonderful Noram Day present. Can she be trusted to keep her part of it? It could be a trap."
Timon just held out the Truth amulet again, in his left hand this time and waited. She'd take it or not. He really expected her to try and knock if from his hand, or call for a guard, but after swallowing hard several times, she held out her own hand. He laid the device in her palm carefully.
"She's under Truth verification now. Ask what you want to know."
"She's there? Heather?"
"I'm here Richard and like the Countier said, I'm holding an activated Truth amulet. I suppose I can do what he said. I don't know if I like the idea of being collected , whatever that means, but my people can't take any more of your death scourge. You win. What do I have to do?"
That, it
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