The Desecrator: A Tor.com Original - Plot & Excerpts
Sorry, sorry. In order, then. From the beginning? You were the one who said sarcasm was—Yes, m’lady. It was several days ago that you sent me—Barlen’s balls. All right. It was early in the morning of the third day of the month of the Phoenix in the 230th year of the Reign of Her Glorious Majesty Zerika the Fourth that you sent me to meet the desecrator. Well, sorry! You sent me to the place where I ended up meeting the desecrator. Is that better? I don’t know what you know. That’s kind of funny when you—okay, I’ll just say that I left Dzur Mountain on the third day of the month of the Phoenix in the 230th year, all right? I had to walk a long way, and there was still snow on the ground; deep snow at the top. It was cold. No, that is not a complaint, it is a detail. You said I was to include details of what I was feeling and—thank you. As I walked, I thought about the mission you’d given me and how I would carry it… Okay, I won’t lie. I thought about how cold I was, and how annoying it was to have to walk.
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