I jabbed a finger at her. "Right. What? And why? Did I make a delivery
I would only make knowing naught of it? What have I done?" I looked at
the 3 of them.
"But
Eoeun travel rarely, isn't that so? And are not concerned with outlanders?"
"The
Sem does not fit the mold." I was dark. "I will get the answer out of Sem
Partoldi if I must pare down the mountain of her to a pitiable heap of
shavings."
Gallett
allowed herself a brief amusement at this. Or at my vehemence which was
doubtless predictable enough to them to amuse them.
"But
I think I can't return there just yet."
"What
is it?" Pennbaston sat forward.
Gallett
swiveled to face me more squarely as I paced. "Has something more occurred?"
"Oh,
yes," I said and struggled with my anger as it leapt again inside me.
"You're
angry," Pennbaston said. "Really, furiously angry. You were before, when
you left us on the mountain. What has happened?"