Excerpt From a Fantasy Novel in Progress
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stickmaker "You deviant fiend!"
"I beg your..." said Llewellyn, confused, looking up from signing the roster with his only hand.
"You flaunt your perversion, here, in the home of the King?!"
The healer was left completely speechless.
"I think you've made a mistake," said Magda, her voice deceptively calm.
"There's no mistake! You can see for yourself his sinister nature!"
Bergen raised her hands, furious, ready to defend her friend against this weird assailant; Grey, on the healer's other side, was also bushing up and hissing. Magda didn't need to move to prepare her own offensive abilities. Llewellyn, though, suddenly realized what the stranger was talking about. He raised his right arm, revealing his stump.
"Leaving aside, for a moment, obsolete superstitions, you can see that I have no choice."
"Your kind always has some excuse! Mark my words, you will have your comeuppance! If not in this world, then the next!"
With that, he spun around and stalked off.
"What in the name of..." said Bergen, stunned.
"There is an old belief that those who use their left hands are instruments of the devil," said Llewellyn, sadly.
"That's what he meant by 'sinister,'" said Bergen, in sudden revelation. She shook her head in disbelief. "By the Trinity, how some people are consumed by trivialities."
"I believe we all have our little obsessions," said Llewellyn.
"You know, you are so dextrous, sometimes I forget you only have the one hand," said Bergen, grinning at her pun.
"And on that note, I believe we are done here," said Llewellyn, rolling his eyes.
Magda laughed, as much from relief as humor.
"I beg your..." said Llewellyn, confused, looking up from signing the roster with his only hand.
"You flaunt your perversion, here, in the home of the King?!"
The healer was left completely speechless.
"I think you've made a mistake," said Magda, her voice deceptively calm.
"There's no mistake! You can see for yourself his sinister nature!"
Bergen raised her hands, furious, ready to defend her friend against this weird assailant; Grey, on the healer's other side, was also bushing up and hissing. Magda didn't need to move to prepare her own offensive abilities. Llewellyn, though, suddenly realized what the stranger was talking about. He raised his right arm, revealing his stump.
"Leaving aside, for a moment, obsolete superstitions, you can see that I have no choice."
"Your kind always has some excuse! Mark my words, you will have your comeuppance! If not in this world, then the next!"
With that, he spun around and stalked off.
"What in the name of..." said Bergen, stunned.
"There is an old belief that those who use their left hands are instruments of the devil," said Llewellyn, sadly.
"That's what he meant by 'sinister,'" said Bergen, in sudden revelation. She shook her head in disbelief. "By the Trinity, how some people are consumed by trivialities."
"I believe we all have our little obsessions," said Llewellyn.
"You know, you are so dextrous, sometimes I forget you only have the one hand," said Bergen, grinning at her pun.
"And on that note, I believe we are done here," said Llewellyn, rolling his eyes.
Magda laughed, as much from relief as humor.
