Émile d’Ames
Military
Anathema Cassiline; Guard to the Queen
"To conquer oneself is a greater victory than to conquer thousands in a battle.?
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Post by Émile d’Ames on Feb 11, 2010 20:04:15 GMT -5
I roamed the Artisan's District, on the lookout for apples and expecting that my search would yield few results. I had already brought several specimens to my brother for inspection, but he had barely glanced at my offerings before pronouncing. "That is not the apple I seek," and promptly ignoring me.
Just how many apples could be in this damned city? I could probably search all year and still not find the fruit my brother sought. But I was not going to give up, not if he was going to continue to shun me.
I paused to examine the names of the shops that I was close to, perhaps one of them would have some clue as to the solution to my brother's cryptic comments.
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Émile d’Ames
Military
Anathema Cassiline; Guard to the Queen
"To conquer oneself is a greater victory than to conquer thousands in a battle.?
Posts: 463
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Post by Émile d’Ames on Feb 14, 2010 7:57:16 GMT -5
In the end, it was simple, although I did give myself a few good kicks before figuring it out. Actually, I did not so much figure it out as have the solution told to me.
My brother did not want a fruit. I should have known he was perverse enough to send his brother on a quest for a kiss from someone suitably apple-cheeked, or perhaps he was angry enough to compel me to perform the task for him.
I found him at Mandrake House, and since I had no one on hand to properly administer the solution, compensated by giving him the kiss of greeting. "There now," I said. "Now stop this talk of apples, brother."
"Ass," he replied, but he was smiling now. "'Twas not what I was expecting, but I will accept it, because Elua knows I cannot stay angry with you for long." He stepped closer, enfolding me in a warm embrace. "Poor unfortunate brother..." He murmured.
I felt my body tremble with sorrow that I had been holding back until now. I had struggled to put on a brave face, but my brother had a way of stripping away what was on the surface and laying bare what was on the inside.
"Landis," I whispered as the tears began to flow. "We are probably being observed..."
"Shhh," he whispered. "There are sometimes when tears need to flow, and if anyone present here does not comprehend such, I will flay them alive until they do."
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