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Burnt Offerings :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Yvette had gotten to her high heels and left us. Warrick was healing, if that was the right word. He sat up, still covered in the remains of his own bodily fluids, but his eyes were clear and blue, and he looked whole.
The Traveler in Willie's body walked up to stand by Jean-Claude. "You have impressed me more than once this night."
"I did none of it to impress, Traveler. These are my people. These are my lands. I defend them. It is not a game." He produced two handkerchiefs from somewhere. He handed me one. "For your hand, ma petite ." He started to wipe the goop off Jason's face with the other handkerchief.
I stared down at my left hand. Blood was running in a nice steady line down my hand. I'd forgotten about it, watching Warrick rot. Some horrors were worse than pain. I took the bit of blue silk from Jean-Claude. "Thanks." I wrapped the makeshift bandage around the wound, but couldn't tie it one-handed.
The Traveler tried to help me tie the bandage. I pulled away from him.
"I offer you aid, not harm."
"No thanks."
He smiled, and again it was not Willie's thoughts that slid over his face. "It upsets you so much that I inhabit this body. Why?"
"He's my friend," I said.
"Friendship. You claim friendship with this vampire. He is nothing. A power not to be reckoned with."
"He's not my friend because he's powerful or not powerful. He's just my friend."
"It has been a very long time since someone has invoked friendship in my presence. They will beg for mercy, but never on the grounds of friendship."
Jean-Claude stood. "No one else would have thought of it."
"No one else would have been so naive," the Traveler said.
"It is a form of naivetй," Jean-Claude said. "That is true, but how long has it been, Traveler, since someone, anyone, had the courage to be naive before the council? They come before you asking for power, safety, vengeance, but not friendship, not loyalty. No, that they will not ask of the council."
Willie's head did that little turn to one side again, as if the Traveler were thinking. "Does she offer me friendship or ask it of me?"
I started to answer, but Jean-Claude beat me to it. "Can you offer true friendship without asking for it in return?"
I opened my mouth to say that I'd sooner be friends with a hungry crocodile, but Jean-Claude touched my arm gently. It was enough. We were winning. Don't blow it.
"Friendship," the Traveler said.
Yvette had gotten to her high heels and left us. Warrick was healing, if that was the right word. He sat up, still covered in the remains of his own bodily fluids, but his eyes were clear and blue, and he looked whole.
The Traveler in Willie's body walked up to stand by Jean-Claude. "You have impressed me more than once this night."
"I did none of it to impress, Traveler. These are my people. These are my lands. I defend them. It is not a game." He produced two handkerchiefs from somewhere. He handed me one. "For your hand, ma petite ." He started to wipe the goop off Jason's face with the other handkerchief.
I stared down at my left hand. Blood was running in a nice steady line down my hand. I'd forgotten about it, watching Warrick rot. Some horrors were worse than pain. I took the bit of blue silk from Jean-Claude. "Thanks." I wrapped the makeshift bandage around the wound, but couldn't tie it one-handed.
The Traveler tried to help me tie the bandage. I pulled away from him.
"I offer you aid, not harm."
"No thanks."
He smiled, and again it was not Willie's thoughts that slid over his face. "It upsets you so much that I inhabit this body. Why?"
"He's my friend," I said.
"Friendship. You claim friendship with this vampire. He is nothing. A power not to be reckoned with."
"He's not my friend because he's powerful or not powerful. He's just my friend."
"It has been a very long time since someone has invoked friendship in my presence. They will beg for mercy, but never on the grounds of friendship."
Jean-Claude stood. "No one else would have thought of it."
"No one else would have been so naive," the Traveler said.
"It is a form of naivetй," Jean-Claude said. "That is true, but how long has it been, Traveler, since someone, anyone, had the courage to be naive before the council? They come before you asking for power, safety, vengeance, but not friendship, not loyalty. No, that they will not ask of the council."
Willie's head did that little turn to one side again, as if the Traveler were thinking. "Does she offer me friendship or ask it of me?"
I started to answer, but Jean-Claude beat me to it. "Can you offer true friendship without asking for it in return?"
I opened my mouth to say that I'd sooner be friends with a hungry crocodile, but Jean-Claude touched my arm gently. It was enough. We were winning. Don't blow it.
"Friendship," the Traveler said.