Day Eight

My fears on that matter allayed, and deck stashed safely in pouch, I broached the subject for which I had visited her. She took it well, informing me that it was true, and that the circumstances of Patternfall had made it an awkward reality. I let the matter drop, for it has truly never mattered to me, but I suspect that curiosity will one day renew my interest in this affair. I get a Trump call. It turns out to be my cousin Laughter. It occurs to me much later that there really should not be Trump of me lying about. Of course, she's not likely to use mine again, since I made a total ass of myself. I shall not reveal the content of this discussion, for it is not my place to share her secrets, but I explained what I could to the dear lady from my own experience, and the issue was left on a rather hopeful note. If all goes well, she will sleep contentedly tonight.

Day Nine

Not half an hour after concluding my synopsis of our conversation, she came out from my bed chamber and announced that an inadequately discussed point was given her some frustration. My personal opinion was that she had not allowed enough time to properly work through the exercise, but I recalled our final exchange before she had retired for the evening. She had asked if I would be available to tutor her, should the subject rouse her interest, and I had replied that I should be honored to assist so dear a friend. Perhaps she had found the subject to her liking and was ready to sample of it further. The night's exchange was mutually enlightening.

Day 12

Of course, we all knew what her name was going to be, but that's hardly the point of a christening, is it? The only down side to the day is my sudden dread about our engagement. I mean, she hasn't even begun to form opinions yet, right? So, she's going to grow up knowing that she's stuck with me. This could color her view of me. I got to hold her. I just can't describe the way I felt, holding my future.

Day 13

I finally got around to dropping in on Gant in his workroom and attempted to get a straight answer. Hopefully his proof against power words is more durable than his wit. Sadly, it does appear as though I have a more or less permanent speech impediment, which leaves me quite blue.

Day 23

Apparently Sand gave birth a day or two ago, and I'm not sure why, but this means that there will be a trial.

Day 26

I spoke to Random of my fears concerning Sand's trial. At least he seems to have actually heard what I said...

Day 40

See, it's springtime on Kolvir, and that means construction can start, so she kind of thought that it would be nice to see what it was I wanted from my quarters. The gesture was beautiful, but the fact is that I don't want to live in Amber. I don't like it there. So I told her that I would leave it to her superior judgment because I'd hate to have to live with my own in this matter, which is true. You see, any disability can be lived with.

Day 153

So anyway, he eventually forced me to talk, threatening me with the usual. I told him that I felt he was abusing his sympathy. He seems okay about it, like he actually cares what I think. For a moment, it made me remember his father's question to me. While I don't have a degree in psychology, whatever that means, it does seem as if I may be destined for the role of chief advisor for Martin, on his ascension. Wherever. Jeez, and that's the best I can even hope for, too.

Day 167

Jerk. Expand my horizons, indeed. Martin can keep his Shadow; I'll stay in Rebma, where I belong.

Day 282

She's gorgeous, really, but that's not enough reason to go on a rampage through Shadow, sorry.

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