![]() ![]() Machigi didn’t talk while they waited for the tea. While he himself had just made an emotional commitment to this man that left him entirely uneasy, as if the whole world had broken up in moving bits, and he didn’t know what situation he was going to be in when-Īnd worse, ultimately he was going to have to go back to Tabini to explain his reasoning in offering this young troublemaker the whole east coast of the continent, One had no information of any woman in the picture, either, nor even, now, any close relatives except the newly deceased uncle: Machigi was a survivor of bloody years in the Marid and several skirmishes with Tabini-aiji and the aiji-dowager. Perhaps in the way of youth, he was touchy about his prerogatives and a shade wary of intimacy, feeling a need to set staff at some distance, lest anyone presume, or lose their fear of him. Machigi gave him reason to be comfortable, even complacent. There was a lot to learn about each other, Bren thought, quietly folding and slipping his few notes into his inner coat pocket. Since, excepting Barb, and excepting television and photographs, he had never seen one. It gave them a fierce, unsettlingly predatory look.Īnd Machigi surveyed him in silence, taking in human features in the same way, likely. The eyes were deep gold and deep-set, with that epicanthic fold some southerners had. The light cast a gloss on Machigi’s dark face, and made the old scar more evident. ![]()
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