Same place it was this morning.” Lift left them, skipping down the stairs. That’s a fancy way of saying-” “Down the stairs,” the Stump said. “I gotta find the Radiant refreshment room. Lift shook her head, then hopped off the dresser. But when he hears you been lying about pancakes, I might not be able to hold him back.” Both of them stared at her, as if they thought they were innocent. “He let you go for that whole money-laundering thing on my insistence. This.” She pointed at the scribe, then at the Stump. “So there’s only nine?” “Yes.” “You all lied to me?” “Not in so much-” “Damnation! Wyndle, where’d that Skybreaker go? He’s got to hear about We bake nine, and leave the last in memory of Him.” “Wait,” Lift said. “It is more a thought than a real entity.
Where’s the last one?” “The tenth is dedicated to Tashi,” the scribe said absently as she wrote. What’s the last one? I’m ready.” “The last one?” the Stump asked. Lift nodded, finishing off the last pancake, a type with a real thick, almost mealy texture. The scribe rolled her eyes, but wrote it. They’ll break down and tell her all about that time when they ate all the cookies and blamed it on Huisi, the girl what can’t talk right.” Huisi snored anyway. If we fight Voidbringers, she can stare at them in a real mean way. She had mirrors, right? “But she’s actually kind of nice, and takes care of kids, so we should recruit her or something. “Also,” Lift added as the woman wrote, “I found another Radiant, only she’s real old, and kinda looks like an underfed crab without no shell.” She looked to the Stump, and shrugged in a half apology. The scribe took to writing what Lift had told her, which would be enough to tell Gawx that she was well. Mostly he wanted to know if she was all right.
He didn’t want to share state secrets over spanreed. And then there was the issue with the parshmen, which could prove an even greater danger. The empire would survive, it said, but would take long to recover- particularly if the storm kept returning. “And I got this strange wart on my toe that keeps growin’ back when I cut it off-I think because I heal myself with my awesomeness, which is starvin’ inconvenient.” The scribe looked to her, then sighed and read the message that Gawx had sent her. “His Imperial Majesty was very pleased that you contacted me, and he has already sent a message asking for the details of your health.” “Tell him I ain’t eaten nearly enough pancakes,” Lift said. To be out traveling.” She unpacked her tools: a spanreed board, paper, and pen.
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