Blood of Ambrose
““Whatcha want?” he snapped. “Gate's close'. Go ‘round ta Lonegate. Command's in Markethall Barracks. I guess it is. Anyway, no one here but the poisoners.”
The raspy voice from behind the King responded irritably, “Damn you, you wobbly old winebag. Can't you see? I've got the King of the Two Cities by the scruff of the neck. High Command wants him locked up before the Ambrosians in the city have a chance to grab him back.”
“Go ’round!” shouted the gatekeeper. “Go ‘round! No so'jers here. Ha'n't... stood a watch in five years, wi' my leg. Not s'posed to open the gate till Pr'tect'r rides back. Now—”
“You've got the key, haven't you?”
“Yes, but—”
“It's ten miles on foot to the Lonegate. I've got to go to the nearest bridge, through a city that's half in revolt, cross the bridge, then walk through open country until I get to the other side of Ambrose. And they've probably got some damn fool on duty who'll tell me to go back to the City Gate.”
“They tol' me—”MoreLess
The raspy voice from behind the King responded irritably, “Damn you, you wobbly old winebag. Can't you see? I've got the King of the Two Cities by the scruff of the neck. High Command wants him locked up before the Ambrosians in the city have a chance to grab him back.”
“Go ’round!” shouted the gatekeeper. “Go ‘round! No so'jers here. Ha'n't... stood a watch in five years, wi' my leg. Not s'posed to open the gate till Pr'tect'r rides back. Now—”
“You've got the key, haven't you?”
“Yes, but—”
“It's ten miles on foot to the Lonegate. I've got to go to the nearest bridge, through a city that's half in revolt, cross the bridge, then walk through open country until I get to the other side of Ambrose. And they've probably got some damn fool on duty who'll tell me to go back to the City Gate.”
“They tol' me—”MoreLess
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