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When we get to talking about something, I tend to think of comment-answers and my own comments as post-equivalents, and then you’re left without a new topic. Sorry…you’re all so courteous and patient that I forget. And when I forget, for that matter.
Where: Lyonya
Who: King Kieri and Lady (now Sier, also) Tolmaric
What’s happened: Lady Tolmaric has had the gumption to think of building an inn on the road that now runs north from the river, where scathefire was. Kieri, headed for the river, finds it and talks to her and her relatives.
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“We don’t want thieves and such,” one of the men said.
“Of course not, but you can’t have an inn and not have some of them. Be firm and fair from the very first, and you’ll have less trouble.” [Kieri] fished in his belt pouch, and laid a gold coin on the table. “Even the king should pay his way: I will set the example. You have stated no price, but this would cover the room and board for me and my Squires and our horses overnight. Will that suit?”
“You mustn’t,” Lady Tolmaric said, going red and teary-eyed again. “You’ve done so much–”
“The inn must pay its way,” Kieri said. “Let it start now, with the king’s gold Tree.” He smiled at them all. “I am pleased with all of you, for your initiative and your work; I want this inn to succeed. So I will pay, and you will allow it.”
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In locating this snippet, I found an error which I don’t remember the CE finding or noticing myself while going through copy edits. I’m going to hunt it down and email the appropriate person if it wasn’t caught.
Comment by elizabeth — September 20, 2012 @ 9:49 pm
Ah–CE did catch it. (See, this is one good reason to make a copy of the copy-edited ms. Took only a couple of minutes to find and check that it had been fixed. Granted it costs a lot, if you have it done on someone else’s high-speed copier, but it takes fewer hours than doing it on your own small one and killing its inadequate little engine. And it’s invaluable for such spot-checks.) And good for CE on that one.
Comment by Kerry aka Trouble — September 21, 2012 @ 6:04 am
And when I forget, for that matter.
Speaking of CEs, did you mean “And then I forget,”?
Comment by Daniel Glover — September 21, 2012 @ 6:51 am
Thank you!
It’s been quite a fortnight. A good read was needed.
Comment by elizabeth — September 21, 2012 @ 8:55 am
Kerry: No. I meant you’re so courteous that I forget…and you’re so courteous when I forget.
Daniel: More snippets upcoming, before I leave for NYC.
Comment by Kerry aka Trouble — September 21, 2012 @ 9:52 am
Ah – because it was it’s own separate sentence, I hadn’t realized it was meant to refer to the previous one.
In any case, I forgot to thank you for the snippet, but I do – thank you, that is.
Comment by Jenn — September 21, 2012 @ 10:38 am
Thank you for the snippet. I was about to venture into the extra’s breakroom again! 🙂
Comment by Daniel Glover — September 21, 2012 @ 10:51 am
Jenn,
And this snippet releases you from going to the breakroom in what way? 😛
Comment by Ginny W. — September 21, 2012 @ 2:03 pm
Thank you for the snippet. I had wondered about Tolmaric’s family, among the clamoring crowd of characters seeking stroy space.
Comment by Ginny W. — September 21, 2012 @ 2:04 pm
Speaking of copy edits, That should have been story space.
Comment by Karen — September 21, 2012 @ 2:46 pm
What an amazingly tantalizing glimpse!
I confess that I’ve been too obsessed with the Space Shuttle’s flyover today — I only saw contrails, but watching them ascend from the crazy-brave heights the 747 and its escort braved over JPL, (a facility that was originally chosen so that mis-fired rockets would hit the mountains that surrounded the facility on almost three sides! — I’ve been on a high I don’t normally achieve).
So, when I say that I can’t wait for the book to be printed, bound, and sold in bookstores, well, I hope I’m saying that your words matter.
Comment by Jenn — September 21, 2012 @ 3:55 pm
Daniel,
I am avoiding the Verrakai children I took a babysitting job with them (to pay for the Anderssat wine). The last time we were in the breakroom they decided to play hide and seek without telling me. Apparently I was “it”. Well, I had to enlist the help of several yeoman-marshals. We looked everywhere and finally peeked around one of the tapestries. You will never guess what we found behind the array (besides Polonius). There is a door. It leads to a second breakroom for the now deceased characters. It is beautiful in there. Swimming pool, all you can eat never ending buffet, beautiful sun rooms, Flessin sulking in the corner. I was met by Saban and Canna who had just finished rounding up the Verrakai children and they let me know that the deceased characters breakroom was for deceased characters only. Sorry.
The extras may be demanding a Keurig now. So yes until I can convince someone else to take on these brat ahem children I am avoiding the breakroom. Some one mentioned Rahel Dorthanswyfe might be interested.
Comment by Karen — September 21, 2012 @ 4:21 pm
Jenn,
I am inexplicably hopeful that Our Gracious Hostess will write at least a short-story based on your post.
Not, Gracious Hostess, that I would ever tie you to the imagination of anything but your own muse.. however….
I can’t wait for the next installments!
Comment by Richard — September 21, 2012 @ 5:14 pm
Elizabeth,
You write books, we buy them and the publisher pays you. When you post here, we pay nothing. You post (I guess) because describing your progress, and the parts of your world building that will be edited out, enriches your writing experience. Yes we enjoy reading and responding to your posts, but we are the dog’s tail and mustn’t try to wag the dog.
Karen,
I hope you’re not volunteering the Verrakai babysitter as the character to be stung by wasps.
Comment by Karen — September 21, 2012 @ 7:47 pm
Richard,
Since I’m not allergic to wasps, why would I do so?
A Verrakai babysitter who had not entirely renounced her fear of the “old religion,” would not give me fear; however, I would happily dodge the prosperous work of bees, to which I am, unhappily, allergic.
I carry an epi-pen, but more than 30 years of live-and-let-live have cost me nothing more than an annual replacement.
Comment by Jenn — September 22, 2012 @ 11:41 am
Karen,
The Verrakai children are all yours. You can pick them up in the extra’s breakroom in half a glass. 🙂
Comment by Karen — September 22, 2012 @ 1:43 pm
Jenn and Richard,
Perhaps I should be more emphatic: cats and dogs love me. Kids, not so much.
I’d be a very stern nursemaid. The sort sooner inclined to tell Verakai children just how wrong they are rather than to inspire them to become better.
Besides — bee stings would kill me!