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