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rose from the bed and walked over to him. Durine glanced quickly at Jason, but
Kethol's eyes never left Tennetty as she unstrapped her pistol and slowly,
carefully, pulled it from the holster, handing it butt first to Jason.
"Cock it," she said.
Durine raised an eyebrow. Kethol shrugged, then nodded.
Jason cocked the weapon, holding it as he'd been taught, the barrel pointed
toward the ceiling.
"Lower it now, point it at me." Again moving slowly, she reached out and
pulled his arm down, until the muzzle was resting just underneath her chin,
cold steel against her flesh.
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"Either trust me or shoot me, now," she said, as though she didn't care one
way or another.
"It's your decision, sir," Durine said. "Your father used to have a high
opinion of Tennetty, but I don't know as you'd want to give her another bite.
You give a dog one bite, not two."
"You already said that," Jason said.
"So I did. Well?"
Jason jerked his head toward the door. "Leave us alone for a moment or two,"
he said, not lowering the pistol. Was she really betting that she could beat
the hangfire?
"We'll be just outside the door." Durine said. He and Kethol scooped up their
rifles and left.
"What would you advise my father, Tennetty?" he asked.
She didn't hesitate. "I'd tell him to shoot. You can't trust somebody like me,
not after I've come this close to killing you."
"Even though I know you won't do it again?"
"You don't know. You can't know. I don't know. Your father wouldn't give me
another chance."
Jason nodded. "Maybe you're right." He pulled back the hammer, lowered the
weapon and uncocked it, then handed it to her. "Then again, as you were so
kind to point out, I'm not my father." He turned away from her and walked out
of the room, his back feeling quite naked and completely vulnerable.
CHAPTER 7
Goodbyes
I've never liked cats' ways of taking their leave the ungrateful little
creatures just go without saying anything.
Not my way. Saying goodbye is something we humans do pretty well.
Walter Slovotsky
Aeia escorted him into the bedroom. "Take it easy on Mother," she whispered.
"She's not doing too
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Doria was already there, her legs curled under her as she sat in an oversized
chair by the window, a lapdesk and pen across her lap. As Aeia and Jason
walked in from the outer room, she set the lapdesk on an end table and walked
to them.
Andrea Cullinane was asleep in the bed, her face seemingly a little younger, a
trifle less worn around the edges than it had been when Jason had seen her in
the workshop. For a moment her breathing speeded up and her eyelids fluttered,
but just as Jason thought she was going to wake up she turned over on her side
and buried her face deeply in her pillow.
"She'll be fine, I think, but she's been overdoing it with the magic for a
long time now," Doria whispered, her lips pursed in professional disapproval.
"Just think of her as a recovering junkie and you'll have a good picture." She
guided them out toward the hall, far enough away that the whispers wouldn't
carry to the bed, but close enough so that the three of them could still see
Andrea's sleeping form.
" 'Junkie'?" Jason asked.
Doria's brow furrowed. "Drunk, then. Think of her as a drunk trying to give up
drinking. The trouble is, she can't give it up; but she has to cut it down to
the point where it's not going to hurt her."
Aeia shook her head. "But she's going to be okay?"
Doria didn't answer for a moment. "Remember that I'm not what I was, but "
"But you've still got a feel for the way of things," Aeia said firmly. "That's
what Andrea says," she added, when Doria seemed about to protest.
"Perhaps," Doria said. "But . . ." She shrugged it away. "In any case, I don't
want her to have any more shocks, not right now. When she's well, she's a lot
stronger in body and soul than most people are, but "
"How do you know that? This 'feel' of yours?" Jason was skeptical. Doria had
lost her persona as a Hand healer when she'd defied the matriarch in Melawei.
He was grateful to her hell, she'd defied the matriarch by using her spells to
save Jason's life but that didn't blind him to what she'd given up.
Doria's face went stony. "Because after the two of us were gang-raped," she
said calmly, levelly, almost mechanically, "she recovered from what sent me
into catatonia. She was able to deal with it and, not too much later, to
resume a normal sex life with your father. That takes a kind of strength of
character that I
doubt you have, boy," she said, her whisper momentarily vehement. She fought
for control of herself, and found it. "But she's not at her best right now,
which is why both of you are to play this up as an easy little vacation before
you settle down to marriage and work or whatever "
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"Doria?" Andrea's sleepy voice interrupted itself for a yawn. "What is oh,
Jason, Aeia," she said, sitting up in bed and smiling. She held out her hands
to them.
Awake, she looked dreadful. Her eyes were puffy and red, and there were crusts
at the corners of her mouth and eyes. Jason took one of her hands in his. Hers
were dry and hot, the skin loose as an old woman's. But Mother couldn't be
getting old, could she?
She smiled at them. "The two of you will watch out for each other, now. And be
careful."
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Or maybe she could.
He shrugged. "Nothing to it. Just a quick jaunt on dragonback, and a pickup in
Endell. Nothing to it," he repeated.
Why did the words sound insincere in his ears? That was about the size of it,
in fact: it was just going to be a handful of days away from Biemestren, that
was all.
Andrea didn't seem to hear him. "I haven't seen Janie for years and years. My,
she must be as big as you are. And I only know about little Doria Andrea from
Walter's and Kirah's letters." She smiled at Doria.
"Although I did notice that you got top billing."
"Then again," Doria said, "naming her 'Andrea Doria' would have been a "
"No, don't say it!"
" it would have been a disaster."
The two Other Side women giggled like a couple of girls. He didn't understand
it; he spread his hands to confess ignorance when Aeia looked at him
curiously, then shrugged as though to say that she didn't understand it
either.
But their laughter was infectious, and Jason and Aeia soon found themselves
laughing, too. Laughter made the goodbyes easier.
* * *
Doria caught up with them in the hall. "She's not in the best shape. She's
been substituting seeming for real health for too long, and that's an awful
trap. So I want her to rest, and not worry. . . . And I also want both of you
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