Sherwood Smith Quote
Then suddenly Tamara was before me. But we have strayed far enough from our purpose. Come, friends. I bid you to be silent. The Countess did promise to entertain us by describing her adventures in the late war. I thought, trying to recall what she’d said--and what I’d promised. My thoughts were tangled, mixing present with memory, and finally I shook my head and looked around. Every face was turned expectantly toward me.My vision seemed to be swimming gently. Uh, I said.Mouth dry? Tamara’s voice was right behind me. Something to wet it. She pressed a chilled goblet into my hands.I raised it and saw Savona directly across from me, a slight frown between his brows. He glanced from me to Tamara, then I blocked him from my view as I took a deep sip of iced--bristic.A cold burn numbed my mouth and throat, and my hand started to drop. Fingers nipped the goblet from mine before I could spill it. I realized I had been about to spill it and looked aside, wondering how I’d gotten so clumsy. My hand seemed a long way from my body.Even farther away was Tamara’s voice. Did you really fight a duel to the death with our late king?It was more of a duel to the-- I felt the room lurch as I stood up.That was a mistake.A duel, I repeated slowly, to-- I wetted my lips again. To--burn it! I actually had a witty saying. Fer onsh…once. What’s wrong with my mouth? A duel to the dust! I giggled inanely, than noticed that no one else was laughing. I blinked, trying to see, to explain. He knocked me outa the saddle…y’see…an’ I fell in the--in the--Words were no longer possible, but I hardly noticed. The room had begun to revolve with gathering speed. I lost my footing and started to pitch forward, but before I could land on my face, strong hands caught my shoulders and righted me.I blinked up into a pair of very dark eyes. You’re not well, said Savona. I will escort you back to the Residence.I hiccuped, then made a profound discovery. I’m drunk, I said and, as if to prove it, was sick all over Lady Tamara’s exquisite carpet.
Then suddenly Tamara was before me. But we have strayed far enough from our purpose. Come, friends. I bid you to be silent. The Countess did promise to entertain us by describing her adventures in the late war. I thought, trying to recall what she’d said--and what I’d promised. My thoughts were tangled, mixing present with memory, and finally I shook my head and looked around. Every face was turned expectantly toward me.My vision seemed to be swimming gently. Uh, I said.Mouth dry? Tamara’s voice was right behind me. Something to wet it. She pressed a chilled goblet into my hands.I raised it and saw Savona directly across from me, a slight frown between his brows. He glanced from me to Tamara, then I blocked him from my view as I took a deep sip of iced--bristic.A cold burn numbed my mouth and throat, and my hand started to drop. Fingers nipped the goblet from mine before I could spill it. I realized I had been about to spill it and looked aside, wondering how I’d gotten so clumsy. My hand seemed a long way from my body.Even farther away was Tamara’s voice. Did you really fight a duel to the death with our late king?It was more of a duel to the-- I felt the room lurch as I stood up.That was a mistake.A duel, I repeated slowly, to-- I wetted my lips again. To--burn it! I actually had a witty saying. Fer onsh…once. What’s wrong with my mouth? A duel to the dust! I giggled inanely, than noticed that no one else was laughing. I blinked, trying to see, to explain. He knocked me outa the saddle…y’see…an’ I fell in the--in the--Words were no longer possible, but I hardly noticed. The room had begun to revolve with gathering speed. I lost my footing and started to pitch forward, but before I could land on my face, strong hands caught my shoulders and righted me.I blinked up into a pair of very dark eyes. You’re not well, said Savona. I will escort you back to the Residence.I hiccuped, then made a profound discovery. I’m drunk, I said and, as if to prove it, was sick all over Lady Tamara’s exquisite carpet.
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