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caseinpoint) wrote2013-06-30 10:38 am
caseinpoint) wrote2013-06-30 10:38 am
A little laughter to cover up the sounds of silence
Metal clinked as the sapper unstrapped his sword and belt. 'Hate this damned thing,' he muttered.
Whiskeyjack watched as the man tossed the belt and scabbarded shortsword to the rooftop's pebbled surface behind them. 'Just don't forget it like you did last time,' the sergeant said, hiding a grin.
Fiddler winced. 'Make one mistake and nobody lets you forget it."
Whiskeyjack made no reply, though his shoulders shook with laughter.
'Hood's Bones,' Fiddler went on, 'I ain't no fighter. Not like that, anyway. Was born in an alley in Malaz City, learned he stone-cutting trade breaking into barrow up on the plan behind Mock's Hold.' He glanced up at his sergeant. 'You used to be a stone-cutter, too. Just like me. Only I'm no fast learner in soldiering like you was..."
Whiskeyjack watched as the man tossed the belt and scabbarded shortsword to the rooftop's pebbled surface behind them. 'Just don't forget it like you did last time,' the sergeant said, hiding a grin.
Fiddler winced. 'Make one mistake and nobody lets you forget it."
Whiskeyjack made no reply, though his shoulders shook with laughter.
'Hood's Bones,' Fiddler went on, 'I ain't no fighter. Not like that, anyway. Was born in an alley in Malaz City, learned he stone-cutting trade breaking into barrow up on the plan behind Mock's Hold.' He glanced up at his sergeant. 'You used to be a stone-cutter, too. Just like me. Only I'm no fast learner in soldiering like you was..."
- Conversation between Fiddler and Whiskeyjack, Malazan Bk 1: Gardens of the Moon, Steven Erikson