15
THE FLOWERED CALF
“Sit!”
Pasha didn’t have much grasp on Valezian, but that much he understood from the way Vesmalimali was pointing at the puffy, grey leather chair in the corner of the library in the smuggler’s mansion.
Pasha obeyed and tore himself from the window that overlooked the path through the garden. He slouched to the other side of the room and hurled himself into the chair, which Ves was still pointing at.
Ves dropped his hand before walking over to the window and taking Pasha’s place.
Pasha sighed with an exaggerated groan. He wanted to ask the pirate what the difference was between Ves looking out the window and him doing it, but he didn’t, not only because he wasn’t sure how to phrase it in any language but his own, but because he was a little scared of the giant,
