angienano's Journal

Chunk 2
Still didn't get as much as I wanted done today, but more than yesterday. :)

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Just as they passed, the man looked up at him and they stared into each other's eyes. Luka felt a jolt of shame go through him -- what was he doing just standing there, watching that pack of fools haul this man off to do who-knew-what to him? And for what? The crime of having no friends in the city? Or the crime of being unable to afford a set of new clothes, bought all at once and matching?

More like the crime of being an easy target when they needed one, when the ones they really hated were outside the walls and out of reach, in the Molani army. Or inside themselves and doubly out of reach; they hated their own fear and the cowardice that implied so they had to attack something, someone. A fearful man did stupid things, he always told his students. This was a lesson come live and trooping past their walls.

Luka stepped out into the street and strode the few steps it took to move around in front of the passing clot of men. He'd spotted the silversmith as the leader, so far as the rumbling gang had one, so he called, "Evening, Halvic Silver. What are you doing there?"

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