A Sister's Quest
“Occasionally he had visitors. Some she knew. Others were strangers, but all seemed eager to discuss the unwieldy progress of the Congress. She watched as Alexei listened. She remembered how he had told her that he never forgot what he heard, and she knew he was gathering information from his guests.
“You want me to help with your secret work?” she asked, remembering how he had chastised her for coming into his room when he was working.
He smoothed her hair back toward the utilitarian braids she wore. “Who else can I trust as I do you?”
“Rusak.”
“Obviously, but Rusak never learned to write.”
“Never?”
He smiled tightly. “Now you sound like a schoolteacher again. I need your help. Will you help me?”
“Haven’t I always?”
“Not always willingly.”
She smiled and brushed his face, which was thick with golden whiskers that had swallowed his once neat mustache. As he had told her once, his beard was a splotched array of colors, none alike. The curve of his jaw was shadowed by darker brown, but b...eneath his mustache, the hair was as blond as atop his head.MoreLess
“You want me to help with your secret work?” she asked, remembering how he had chastised her for coming into his room when he was working.
He smoothed her hair back toward the utilitarian braids she wore. “Who else can I trust as I do you?”
“Rusak.”
“Obviously, but Rusak never learned to write.”
“Never?”
He smiled tightly. “Now you sound like a schoolteacher again. I need your help. Will you help me?”
“Haven’t I always?”
“Not always willingly.”
She smiled and brushed his face, which was thick with golden whiskers that had swallowed his once neat mustache. As he had told her once, his beard was a splotched array of colors, none alike. The curve of his jaw was shadowed by darker brown, but b...eneath his mustache, the hair was as blond as atop his head.MoreLess
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