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“Actually I mink you’ve saved the world twice, sweetheart.” Talea set a fresh bowl of steaming sweet-and-sour potato down alongside the vegetables. “It’s true that I helped save the world, and as a full-time occupation I can tell you that it’s very overrated. “Let me tell you something, son.” Jon-Tom sliced off a cylinder of sausage and poked it into his mouth, chewing reflectively as he gestured with his fork. I want to rescue beautiful damsels and defeat evil and save the world. To come near to his achievements, have adventures, perform great deeds. It’s not like I turned the stove into a salamander.” He hesitated, staring at his father.
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“Hey, what more can I say, Mom? I’m sorry. “Could we dispense with the sarcasm for five minutes?” “Want me to get your sword now, Mom, or should I just take poison after I’ve finished brushing my teeth?” Only after he felt that his mother had vented most of her spleen did he push aside what remained of his vegetables and snake sausage. Buncan started to say something but wisely thought better of it. Having been brought up under different circumstances in a very different society from that of her husband, Talea responded that in her clan such phases were usually handled with a sharp knife. It was the same pose he’d affected for much of the preceding year.įeeling sorry for the boy, Jon-Tom tried to mediate, explaining to Talea that it was all just a phase then- son was going through. Not that it was necessarily a corollary to what had transpired earlier. Preparing himself as best he could, Buncan did so.Īt dinner he was sullen and uncommunicative. “Keeping your mother from flaying you alive. But I’m just not ready to give up on this and go into woodworking or metal husbandry or thieving or any of the other traditional professions yet.” “Dad, cut me some slack, please? I promise, I won’t screw up again. “Then there’s these ridiculously subdued outfits you’ve started to favor.” Speaking of which, after Clothahump and Semond and I labored so long and hard over your instrument, I don’t see why you couldn’t have left it alone.” Unless that changes you’ll only be a danger to yourself and everyone around you, no matter how well you play the duar. Frankly, Buncan, you couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. “Excepting your lamentable singing voice. The problem’s with the music, not my musicianship.”
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There’s no shame in learning a real trade.” I could apprentice you to Genrac the suslik. Then maybe you should take up something else altogether. Maybe you ought to take up another instrument.”īuncan glanced sharply at his father. As for controlling anything, you’re eighteen years old, stubborn and bullheaded and inexperienced, notwithstanding you’re convinced you know everything. They constitute a fine basis for spellsinging.” “Those ‘ossified old songs’ are the classics of my world, Buncan.