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it can't hurt to
generate a bit of capital there for use in various projects."
Timon really expected the man to agree with him. After all,
if he provided the information, he could get Timon do to all the real work and
take half the profits.
Instead he growled.
"I will not be made a fool! I challenge you to-"
There was a sudden yelling, which came from Countess
Printer, along with some other voice that he didn't know, but who sounded like
a woman.
" No ! Baron Talley, if you say anything about a
fight to the death, you're a fool. Timon Baker is twelve years old, but also a
full builder. Those craft he was renting the hire of are of his own making and
can take armies across the entire Kingdom in hours. This is a tense situation
and a misunderstanding, but if you do that, he will kill you. You won't
leave him a choice."
There was muffled outrage then, and the sound of something
hard and metal slapping against stone.
"Do you think I fear children ? Even well armed
ones?" There was enough indigence in the tone that Karl and Bethany looked
a bit worried, but Mindy seemed nearly panicked, and was gasping in terror at
the threats already. The plain looking girl was clutching her hands tightly
together, worrying them a bit.
Countess Printer however sounded very reasonable at least.
Well, she did to Timon anyway. Others might have taken her words as being a bit
different.
"No, I don't. I think that you should step back a bit
right now however, Baron Talley. We don't have time for this, at the moment.
I'd rather you not put me in the middle of this situation. Ever."
"Oh? So I'm supposed to just eat insults from this
child? What is he to you then? He seems to be charging you, not the other way
around, so it isn't coin, is it? His brother is the Wizard Tor, so perhaps you
fancy him ?" There was only anger in the words, not sly implication
at least, and for once a nobleman didn't go instantly to sex as the reason why,
which was rather nice of the fellow.
Tim just held his tongue and decided not to talk, if he
could get away with it. Nothing he said was going to help, and he really didn't
need to make a real enemy in this case. What he didn't understand, at first,
was why the man was being so easily offended. It was beyond the pale, as far as
such things went. True, he might have really just wanted a fight, but if that
was the case, he could have just declared a challenge. Timon wasn't an adult
and could just refuse to hear it after all. Yes, he'd lose face, and some would
think it less than honorable, but so what?
The man gave him some clues at least, after that. It was
subtle, but in his anger and constant repetition of words, he brought it all
together.
"I heard what he did to save Montblanc from the plague.
What kind of traitors do you let into your new school, Countess Printer?"
There was more, but that line told Timon a whole lot about what his issue
really was, and that it wasn't about him being impertinent, or at least not just that. He knew that a lot of older adults felt like he was a pain in the rear at
times. Being really smart could do that. Kids weren't supposed to actually know
better than their elders after all, and doing that too often was insulting to
the old. Sometimes. If they were stupid.
A lot of people were though, and being noble didn't stop
that at all.
Holly snorted at least, so that he didn't have to speak
immediately, having worked it all out for herself as well.
"You mean that thing where he walked into a rebellion
stronghold, alone and unarmed and turned them back to the King? That thing in Montblanc?" She sounded a bit snooty, which no one with him seemed
to notice from their facial expressions. Then, the others sitting in his little
craft were all staring at him pretty directly, so it was hard to tell.
Talley make a derisive noise that was probably rude enough
that had it been directed at a lot of other nobles there would have been a real
challenge to a fight. Maybe not to the death, but
generate a bit of capital there for use in various projects."
Timon really expected the man to agree with him. After all,
if he provided the information, he could get Timon do to all the real work and
take half the profits.
Instead he growled.
"I will not be made a fool! I challenge you to-"
There was a sudden yelling, which came from Countess
Printer, along with some other voice that he didn't know, but who sounded like
a woman.
" No ! Baron Talley, if you say anything about a
fight to the death, you're a fool. Timon Baker is twelve years old, but also a
full builder. Those craft he was renting the hire of are of his own making and
can take armies across the entire Kingdom in hours. This is a tense situation
and a misunderstanding, but if you do that, he will kill you. You won't
leave him a choice."
There was muffled outrage then, and the sound of something
hard and metal slapping against stone.
"Do you think I fear children ? Even well armed
ones?" There was enough indigence in the tone that Karl and Bethany looked
a bit worried, but Mindy seemed nearly panicked, and was gasping in terror at
the threats already. The plain looking girl was clutching her hands tightly
together, worrying them a bit.
Countess Printer however sounded very reasonable at least.
Well, she did to Timon anyway. Others might have taken her words as being a bit
different.
"No, I don't. I think that you should step back a bit
right now however, Baron Talley. We don't have time for this, at the moment.
I'd rather you not put me in the middle of this situation. Ever."
"Oh? So I'm supposed to just eat insults from this
child? What is he to you then? He seems to be charging you, not the other way
around, so it isn't coin, is it? His brother is the Wizard Tor, so perhaps you
fancy him ?" There was only anger in the words, not sly implication
at least, and for once a nobleman didn't go instantly to sex as the reason why,
which was rather nice of the fellow.
Tim just held his tongue and decided not to talk, if he
could get away with it. Nothing he said was going to help, and he really didn't
need to make a real enemy in this case. What he didn't understand, at first,
was why the man was being so easily offended. It was beyond the pale, as far as
such things went. True, he might have really just wanted a fight, but if that
was the case, he could have just declared a challenge. Timon wasn't an adult
and could just refuse to hear it after all. Yes, he'd lose face, and some would
think it less than honorable, but so what?
The man gave him some clues at least, after that. It was
subtle, but in his anger and constant repetition of words, he brought it all
together.
"I heard what he did to save Montblanc from the plague.
What kind of traitors do you let into your new school, Countess Printer?"
There was more, but that line told Timon a whole lot about what his issue
really was, and that it wasn't about him being impertinent, or at least not just that. He knew that a lot of older adults felt like he was a pain in the rear at
times. Being really smart could do that. Kids weren't supposed to actually know
better than their elders after all, and doing that too often was insulting to
the old. Sometimes. If they were stupid.
A lot of people were though, and being noble didn't stop
that at all.
Holly snorted at least, so that he didn't have to speak
immediately, having worked it all out for herself as well.
"You mean that thing where he walked into a rebellion
stronghold, alone and unarmed and turned them back to the King? That thing in Montblanc?" She sounded a bit snooty, which no one with him seemed
to notice from their facial expressions. Then, the others sitting in his little
craft were all staring at him pretty directly, so it was hard to tell.
Talley make a derisive noise that was probably rude enough
that had it been directed at a lot of other nobles there would have been a real
challenge to a fight. Maybe not to the death, but
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