The Magic Engineer ( A novel in The saga of Recluce)
L. E. Modesitt Jr.
Language: English
Pages: 624
ISBN: 0812534050
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Return now to the world of Recluce in The Magic Engineer.
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Even as the man falls, Dorrin automatically follows up with a second blow. Then, as the white agony sears through his brain, he leans on the side of the wagon, barely able to hang on. After the pain subsides to hammers banging through his skull, he checks the wagon, but Liedral still moans in her sleep, and Meriwhen whickers when he touches her neck. Then he drags the bodies into the melting snow beside the road, and, atempting to be practical, checks the robbers’ purses. He finds one silver.
Grins as he walks toward them, for they look like a council of war. The grin drops. It is a war of sorts. He sits on the hard planks next to Liedral, enjoying the afternoon sea breeze. “You haven’t said much about what we can do,” Liedral begins. “I haven’t really thought it through. Originally, I just wanted to build an engine and then the ship and stay in Spidlar. I can’t say that Recluce will take us—me, anyway—back. They don’t like machines…” “But they’ve suffered from the trade cutoff,”.
Before Dorrin runs from the porch, untying the reins and swinging into the black’s saddle. He blots his cheeks with his sleeve as he rides downhill toward the waiting black ship, the fingers of his right hand straying to the staff, even as the twinges of the headache warn him. CLXXXI Dorrin passes a half-dozen houses in various stages of construction on the flat at the base of the hill, all of the black stone that results from ordering the softer and more brittle blue stone that.
Hard for him to laugh? He tightens his lips against his own questions and against the throbbing in his legs. The three ease their horses to the right along the road downhill toward Vergren itself. “Wonder…what happened to the old keep of the Duke…” Dorrin mumbles to himself as the three ride abreast. “What?” asks Brede politely. “Well…” Dorrin explains. “The Founders’ accounts all mention the keep of the Duke, but it’s clear that the White Wizards leveled it after his death. The Prefect of.
Says wryly. “Your father works me hard.” “Not as hard as you work yourself.” They wrap Gerrol in the quilts again, and Dorrin watches. By the time the sun touches the horizon, Dorrin has immersed Gerrol three times, and the boy’s fever has clearly dropped and stayed lower. Gerrol lies under the clean but gray sheet. A light sheen of perspiration coats the boy’s forehead, and the worst of the reddish-white flickers of chaos have vanished. “You need something to eat,” Sheena says. Dorrin’s.