Chapter 102
VEE Nothing takes longer than a meal you’re eager to be done with. There are no guests at the house this evening, which means that the long dining room is nearly empty, our small table set crosswise at one end with about a mile of empty floor mats beyond. On the far wall, the Blessed One smiles down at nothing from atop the house shrine, threads of smoke drifting up from the incense lit during the pre-meal prayer. It’s me, my tutor Redra, the house supplicator Neboth, and the steward Harryat the table—not the most thrilling set of dinner companions ever assembled. Redra, at least, is interesting to talk to, with her endless font of sVeees and her rasping City of bangad accent. Neboth, needless to say, is a bore—is there such a thing as a supplicator with a sense of humor?—and his presenc
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