Dec. 10th, 2010

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He had experienced that kind of sadness, too, when petitioners had stood before him, terrified of the Prince of the Darkness, the High Lord of Hell. He knew how it felt to crave affection and companionship and have it denied because of what he was. )

Mar. 10th, 2010

“Don’t threaten your older brother,” he scolded mildly. “Especially after I took the brunt of Father’s snarling over the raft.”

Wincing, she looked up at him. “Was it bad? He just kept gritting his teeth when he saw me and refused to talk about it.”

Lucivar straightened up and leaned against one of the porch’s supporting posts. “No, it wasn’t bad. He was actually quite calm about our making a raft out of what he called ‘twigs and kindling’—”

“Which it what it was,” Janelle said.

“—and holding the whole thing together with nothing but Craft.”

“Which is what we did.”

“And he said he understood why we felt we needed to be standing on the thing when we put it in the river to test it.”

“How else were we supposed to find out if it worked?”

“He even managed to sound calm about our not abandoning the raft after we hit the rapids. And he didn’t yell about our going over the waterfall.” Lucivar scratched his neck. “Although, I still haven’t figured out how he could speak so clearly with his teeth clenched like that.”

Jaenelle leaned forward. “You didn’t tell him the raft started breaking up before we went over the waterfall, did you?”

“Do I look like a fool?” Lucivar demanded. “Of course I didn’t tell him that. Besides, what threatened to pop a few blood vessels was his finding out that we went back to the starting point and did the whole thing all over again.”

“Oh, dear,” Jaenelle said “I’m surprised the walls of the Hall didn’t shake when he started yelling.”

“He didn’t have a chance too yell.” Lucivar smiled that lazy, arrogant smile that always signaled trouble. “Before he got started, I ended it.”

“How?”

“I told him he was jealous.”

Jaenelle’s mouth fell open. “Lucivar! You told Papa—”

“That the only reason he was mad at me was because you’d invited me to go with you to try this idea instead of inviting him.”

Her silver, velvet-coated laugh rang out over the land. “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, that was mean. What did he say?”

Lucivar laughed with her. “He just gave me that stare that will burn holes through bone, then threw me out of his study. He hasn’t said a thing about it since then.”

“Poor Papa.” Jaenelle sighed. “I guess I’ll dress up special tomorrow to make it up to him.”

“You do that, since my wearing a dress won’t do anything for him.”

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