Michael J. Sullivan Quote
Sebastian nodded his way. This is Hadrian … er, Hadrian… He snapped his fingers and looked for help. Blackwater. He extended his hand and shook with each. And where do you hail from, Hadrian? Eugene asked. Nowhere really. A man with no home? Samuel’s voice was nasal and a bit suspicious. Hadrian imagined him the type of man to count money handed him by a priest. What do you mean? Eugene asked. He came off the boat from Calis. We talked about it just last night. Don’t be a fool, Eugene, Sebastian said. Do you think Calians have sandy hair and blue eyes? Calians are swarthy brutes and clever beyond measure. Never trust one, any of you. What were you doing in Calis, then? Eugene’s tone was inquisitorial and spiteful, as if Hadrian had been the one to declare him foolish. Working. Making his fortune, I suspect, Sebastian said, motioning toward Hadrian. The man wears a heavy purse. You should be half as successful, Eugene. All Calian copper dins, I’ll wager. Eugene sustained his bitter tone. If not, he’d have a fine wool robe like us. He wears a fine steel sword, two of them in fact. So you might consider your words more carefully, Sebastian said. Three, Samuel added. He keeps another in his cabin. A big one. There you have it, Eugene. The man spends all his coin on steel, but by all means go right on insulting him. I’m certain Samuel and I can manage just fine without you.
Sebastian nodded his way. This is Hadrian … er, Hadrian… He snapped his fingers and looked for help. Blackwater. He extended his hand and shook with each. And where do you hail from, Hadrian? Eugene asked. Nowhere really. A man with no home? Samuel’s voice was nasal and a bit suspicious. Hadrian imagined him the type of man to count money handed him by a priest. What do you mean? Eugene asked. He came off the boat from Calis. We talked about it just last night. Don’t be a fool, Eugene, Sebastian said. Do you think Calians have sandy hair and blue eyes? Calians are swarthy brutes and clever beyond measure. Never trust one, any of you. What were you doing in Calis, then? Eugene’s tone was inquisitorial and spiteful, as if Hadrian had been the one to declare him foolish. Working. Making his fortune, I suspect, Sebastian said, motioning toward Hadrian. The man wears a heavy purse. You should be half as successful, Eugene. All Calian copper dins, I’ll wager. Eugene sustained his bitter tone. If not, he’d have a fine wool robe like us. He wears a fine steel sword, two of them in fact. So you might consider your words more carefully, Sebastian said. Three, Samuel added. He keeps another in his cabin. A big one. There you have it, Eugene. The man spends all his coin on steel, but by all means go right on insulting him. I’m certain Samuel and I can manage just fine without you.