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Updated: June 28, 2025
"You want my help," said Constans, half to himself. He was casting over in his mind the effect that the death of Boris might have upon Quinton Edge's intrigues, and he could not but conclude that Esmay had become a factor more necessary than ever in their successful development. Ulick was now the sole heir to the old Dom Gillian, and he was hostile to Quinton Edge.
As they passed a street corner that commanded a view of the Palace Road, Nanna caught Esmay by the arm and bade her look. Towering head and shoulders above the throng of idle men and gossiping women strode Prosper, the priest, and as he went he proclaimed the woe that must shortly come upon the city, a message to which none gave heed.
Over at Arcadia House, Nanna, being wakeful with the torture of an aching tooth, happened to glance through the north windows of the room occupied by the sisters and saw a dull-red glow on the horizon a conflagration. She aroused Esmay, and the two girls watched it, wondering. "It is in the direction of the High Bridge," said Esmay, and Nanna nodded acquiescence.
"Evidently." "In that case it may become necessary for me to act for you." "Oh!" The exclamation told its own story, and the girl in her vexation bit the lip that had betrayed her. Quinton Edge smiled. "Don't distress yourself," he said, smoothly. "I am only giving you the warning that courtesy entitles you to receive." Esmay reflected.
A woman can't put on a quilted coat and steel cap and go out with the raiders to earn her share of the loot. Fancy my teaching a fat House-dweller how to dance on a red-hot plate or riding the toll roads of the West Inch in a jacket full of arrow-holes." "That is true," agreed Nanna, gravely. Esmay rose and walked excitedly up and down the long room.
She had never seen Esmay just like this, and the change was especially noticeable after the silence and apathy of the past months. Her thoughts travelled back to the human link that had united them for so long the woman whom each had called mother, although to Nanna it had been only a step-relationship.
As the two girls stood watching it, they heard a window flung up sharply, and Quinton Edge's voice calling to Old Kurt and bidding him saddle a horse with all speed. Nanna's eyes glowed. "It is something big," she said, excitedly, and began scrambling into her masculine attire. "Something that is worth our while to know all about," she continued. "But, Nanna " began Esmay, doubtfully.
But then you love me, and I can forgive you. Now let me be quiet; I want to think out my our plan." Nanna left the room softly. Esmay sat looking into the fire, her small, firm chin propped in her palm.
But perhaps, again, this was the crisis for which he had been waiting; even as she meditated she heard his step in the hallway and his knock at her door; then it opened, and Quinton Edge stood before her. He did not appear to notice Nanna's absence, but crossed over to the window where Esmay stood. "Come," he said, and Esmay obeyed, being yet faint with terror lest his hands should touch her.
Constans's heart gave a great bound, for who but Esmay carried her small head with so irresistible a grace. She held out her hands as Quinton Edge reached her side, but he crushed her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. They walked slowly along the terrace, turned the corner of the eastern portico, and disappeared.
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