On the Edge of the World, Chapter IAs Gyelthan was sitting behind the balcony, he saw a messenger running in the street below like a leaf blowing on the wind: one of the messengers that always summons people to the court. He always wondered who these messengers summoned and what for, but for that, he could always look in the city archives the next day, so it never bothered him. Today, however, he felt some implacable sense of dread overwhelm him.
They're not coming for you, he thought, you've done nothing wrong. Some other senator’s son is in hot water though, I wonder who it'll be. But it always seems that the all-seeing eye’s gaze is always fixed on me, for no reason I can place. The messenger stopped at the bottom floor of the apartments and a slave answered the door. And it certainly seems like today I'm being much more than just watched…
The sound of horns could be heard coming from the distance. Oh, how those lower men love those circuses! It's the same thing over and over, they say it's not scri
The DanceIt was noon in the village of Laifftesjot, and the villagers were at their work, when they heard music coming in from the distance: fast dance music, with pipes and horns and strings. A farmer dropped his plow, a spinnstress left her wheel, a smith set down his hammer, a huntress put down her bow. The musicians stood at the center of the village, and people in their cottages opened their windows to peer out and see what was happening, and saw that they were dressed in dark, glimmering metalic robes that nearly completely covered them, like priests, and they saw the dancers dancing merrily away around them. A father turned to his daughter:
“It looks like the priests have come to put on music for us. It’s not very often that this happens. Why don’t we go?”
The daughter replied:
“Everyone is just leaving their work to go dance. That’s not very re-spon-si-ble. You shouldn’t.” She paused. “Also, I find it a bit su-spi-cious.”