Back Visitors Save as PDF
Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1: Copies
  4. Chapter 2: Council in Larfold
  5. Chapter 3: Under a Tent
  6. Chapter 4: Homecoming
  7. Chapter 5: Burning House
  8. Chapter 6: Undoings
  9. Chapter 7: Paths and Slices
  10. Chapter 8: Negotiating with Mice
  11. Chapter 9: Getting It Right
  12. Chapter 10: Lord of Walls
  13. Chapter 11: In Reverse
  14. Chapter 12: Choosing Masks
  15. Chapter 13: Where Not to Go
  16. Chapter 14: Opportunists
  17. Chapter 15: Building a House
  18. Chapter 16: Near Earth
  19. Chapter 17: Saving the Baby
  20. Chapter 18: Hiding from the Future
  21. Chapter 19: Council of War
  22. Chapter 20: Allies
  23. Chapter 21: Neanderthals
  24. Chapter 22: Finding a Home for Square
  25. Chapter 23: Erectids
  26. Chapter 24: Motherless Boy
  27. Chapter 25: Preemptive
  28. Chapter 26: Tidiness
  29. Chapter 27: Retrieving the Mice
  30. Chapter 28: Face to Face
  31. Chapter 29: Visiting
  32. Chapter 30: Dispositions
  33. About Orson Scott Card
  34. Copyright

“That’s a false etymology,” said Wheaton. “The ‘ir’ in ‘irascible’ is not a negator, like the ‘ir’ in ‘irresponsible’ or ‘irrespective.’ The root of ‘irascible’ is the Latin ‘ira,’ meaning ‘wrath,’ and—”

Deborah stopped her father with a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sure he was making a joke, not asserting an etymology, Father.”

“Why are you kissing me?” Wheaton retorted. “He’s the one most in need of kissing, I think.”

“Now he’ll think I’m kissing him out of obedience to you, instead of as the result of my own uncontrollable ardor,” said Deborah.

Whereupon Noxon sprang from his chair, took her in his arms, and kissed her without regard for her immediate motive. She responded with as much enthusiasm as was appropriate with her father present. Which was to say that, upon repetition, in private, the whole business seemed to work much better.

Chapter 28: Face to Face

CHAPTER 28

Face to Face

Param insisted on visiting the battlefield immediately after victory was assured. “They have to see me there,” she told Olivenko. “I’m in no danger, but the soldiers need to see me there with the dead, with the wounded.”

She was relieved that before Olivenko could answer, both Rigg and Loaf came in on her side. “She’s the one they fought for,” said Rigg. “They’ll love her for it,” said Loaf. And Olivenko could only smile and say, “I salute the Queen-in-the-Tent for her courage and generosity of spirit. I would never advise her to go against her own noble instincts.”

“Olivenko, you are so full of poo,” said Param.

“I meant every word,” said Olivenko, smiling even more broadly.

Now, the sights and smells made her wish she had not been so noble, or that someone had argued against this. Every corpse told a story to her soul: This was someone’s son. This man had hopes and dreams. Even if his only joy was to drink and carouse, those days are over.

“I can see that the smell bothers you,” said Loaf quietly. “But I assure you, today the bodies are still fresh and the rot has not set in. Tomorrow I would urge you strongly not to come. You would vomit, and that is not something your people need to see.”