The Altar At Asconel
“They continued to follow the man whom Vix recognized until he reached the embankment paralleling the river, by which time they were sure he would take the bridge to the other side of the town, a quarter of low-built, rather mean houses.
He was becoming frightened by then, however, and had quickened his pace so much that it looked as if he might break into a run at any moment. People were about on the river’s edge, some inspecting boats moored to rings in the stone wall, some working on repairs, some merely leaning over and watching. It was a choice between losing their quarry if he ran, and attracting a good deal of undesirable attention by running themselves.
“Shall I go and speak to him?” Vineta proposed. “He’s not likely to be afraid of a girl.”
Tiorin hesitated. “That might be the answer. Spartak, what do you think?”
“No use trying to talk to him,” Vix grunted. “He’s off mooning again.”
Tiorin looked dismayed. “Yes, Vineta, see if you can catch him up and get him talking—Eunora wa...s quite sure he was not a Bucyon man, isn’t that right?”MoreLess
He was becoming frightened by then, however, and had quickened his pace so much that it looked as if he might break into a run at any moment. People were about on the river’s edge, some inspecting boats moored to rings in the stone wall, some working on repairs, some merely leaning over and watching. It was a choice between losing their quarry if he ran, and attracting a good deal of undesirable attention by running themselves.
“Shall I go and speak to him?” Vineta proposed. “He’s not likely to be afraid of a girl.”
Tiorin hesitated. “That might be the answer. Spartak, what do you think?”
“No use trying to talk to him,” Vix grunted. “He’s off mooning again.”
Tiorin looked dismayed. “Yes, Vineta, see if you can catch him up and get him talking—Eunora wa...s quite sure he was not a Bucyon man, isn’t that right?”MoreLess
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