Practical Exercise

“You’ve found my office in Proscenium Hall,” Courtney observed.  “When you can explain Ettore’s Chapter Three to me—his first two chapters are just definitions—we should talk.”

“I’ve already looked at it.” I paused. “Won’t be soon,” I said.  “But sometimes definitions are traps, not neutral phrases.” 

Master Courtenay gave me a thumb’s up.  “Perhaps that’s where he goes wrong.  Few writers care about those very familiar definitions.”

“Someday, not soon,” I answered.  I stood and bowed.  “I am most grateful, Serene Master.”  That was the last time for a long time that I ate at the General Magic table. 

While it had taken a while to remember the obvious, I did send my parents a long letter describing what had happened, and a short letter to Grandpa Worrow thanking him for his combat training and describing some of what I’d done against Fourbridge.  I emphasized, as he’d warned me, that I had a lot more to learn, because the metal scarecrow thing – golem, a lictor had called it – had been remarkably stubborn about falling apart at the seams.  Constructs are supposed to be fragile; this one hadn’t been.  Theo had given me the list of Outremer Houses that were clients of Senators;  that I included in my letter to Gramps. Letter-writing was interrupted by an interview with a pair of senior lictors.  They were clearly very embarrassed by what had happened, but somehow had the idea Triskittenion House had a house feud with the Fourbridges. We do have a few long-standing feuds, but not the violent sort, more commercial contests that went sour and escalated, but none with House Fourbridge.  Having mailed the letter, I took a nap.

About George Phillies

science fiction author -- researcher in polymer dynamics -- collector of board wargames -- President, National Fantasy Fan Federation
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