The Queen's Gambit: Book One Of Imirillia (The Books Of Imirillia 1) - Plot & Excerpts
He groaned as Crispin showed himself in. It had been a week since he had walked out of Queen Eleanor’s chamber, tired and raw. They had continued their translations, but the conversation was now negligible. Wil was relieved, and unsettled. “I’ve brought the stones, wood clamps, and polishing cloths,” Crispin said. “Did you get the buckets?” “Yes,” Wil said as he closed his eyes and draped his arm across his face. “They’re in the corner.” “Can’t get lazy now, Wil. We leave tomorrow. Get up,” Crispin added. “Your sword could use some attention.” Crispin settled against the wall by Wil’s bed and set his supplies next to him. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be back so soon,” Wil answered. He forced himself into a sitting position and raised his eyebrows. “Doesn’t anyone in Aemogen sleep?” Crispin laughed. “Sure we do. And you’ll be happy to know that Eleanor sent a message: there will be no translation tonight.”
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