Thursday, April 19, 2007
New Beginning 262
"Out of the way!" rang an imperious voice. "Make way, make way!"
Alcyone stepped aside, rubbing her eyes tiredly, as four slaves bore a lady's silk-hung litter down the street. The servant announcing their passage, a man clad in black-and-white livery, glanced over Alcyone without expression, though his lip curled at the pair of ragged wharf-children behind her. They gazed back, distinctly unimpressed.
Alcyone nodded at the wooden chest the two children carried. "You can set that there, thank you," she said, pointing to the doorstep beside her.
"Yes, seri," said one. He and the other -- who might be a young girl, beneath the dirt and rags -- laid Alcyone's small chest of belongings on the stoop. "Anything else?"
"No, thank you." She handed each a copper five-coin and watched them trot away, returning to the riverside docks. A griffin's cry rang overhead.
With the realization that she had finally arrived, the energy drained from Alcyone’s body. She slumped down and perched on her simple wooden box and watched the griffins circling in the gray sky. Damn it, she thought. So this is what it's come to. I promised mother, before the consumption took her, I’d be something in literature. A feisty female detective, or a deep literary cipher or a ruthless queen. But this? A damsel in distress in a fucking fantasy? Hot tears needled her eyes. At least I’m not some cheap romance wimp, or, God forbid, Chick Lit.
“Make way! Make way!”
Alcyone watched as the servant led the ornate litter back along the street. Ooh, nice curtains, she thought. Laura Ashley taffeta?
Opening: Spartezda.....Continuation: ril