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By: Phaelix | By: Phaelix | ||
Posted on: August 26, 2010 | |||
<pre>Gunther Arngrim was staring icy daggers across the Market of Ashtan. The tailor | |||
Gunther Arngrim was staring icy daggers across the Market of Ashtan. The tailor | |||
in the southern stall was daintily arranging dozens of brightly-colored garments | in the southern stall was daintily arranging dozens of brightly-colored garments | ||
within a vast wardrobe, softly singing nonsense syllables as he worked. Gunther | within a vast wardrobe, softly singing nonsense syllables as he worked. Gunther | ||
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sloping forehead. He had never seen so many sequins in his life. His mouth | sloping forehead. He had never seen so many sequins in his life. His mouth | ||
scowled invisibly underneath a vast, coniferous beard. | scowled invisibly underneath a vast, coniferous beard. | ||
Gunther glanced protectively at at his own wares. Several sets of black sealskin | Gunther glanced protectively at at his own wares. Several sets of black sealskin | ||
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present whereabouts - disemboweled, dismembered and washed up in three separate | present whereabouts - disemboweled, dismembered and washed up in three separate | ||
places along the banks of the Urubamba. | places along the banks of the Urubamba. | ||
"Well met, old bean!" The other tailor was approaching Gunther's stall, fussing | "Well met, old bean!" The other tailor was approaching Gunther's stall, fussing | ||
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lay at his hip and a tiny Siroccian fighting kitten with a torn ear and calico | lay at his hip and a tiny Siroccian fighting kitten with a torn ear and calico | ||
coat followed at his heels. | coat followed at his heels. | ||
"Bought out the abandoned stall across your way; hope you don't mind the | "Bought out the abandoned stall across your way; hope you don't mind the | ||
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make your acquaintance. This is Jumbles," he said, gesturing towards the kitten. | make your acquaintance. This is Jumbles," he said, gesturing towards the kitten. | ||
Say hello, Jumbles!" Jumbles hissed. | Say hello, Jumbles!" Jumbles hissed. | ||
"Gunther," grunted Gunther. | "Gunther," grunted Gunther. | ||
"Ah! Charming, charming. Have you had this store long?" | "Ah! Charming, charming. Have you had this store long?" | ||
"Years." | "Years." | ||
"Years! What a surprise! I had no idea this clothing -" Myles gestured towards | "Years! What a surprise! I had no idea this clothing -" Myles gestured towards | ||
Gunther's wares "- was so popular around here. You must have run the people | Gunther's wares "- was so popular around here. You must have run the people | ||
across the street out of business." Myles was grinning slightly. | across the street out of business." Myles was grinning slightly. | ||
"They come and go," said Gunther | "They come and go," said Gunther | ||
"I see, I see," puzzled Myles. "And where are you from, old lad?" | "I see, I see," puzzled Myles. "And where are you from, old lad?" | ||
"Ashtan." | "Ashtan." | ||
"Of course, of course, my apologies." laughed Myles. "Originally, I mean." | "Of course, of course, my apologies." laughed Myles. "Originally, I mean." | ||
"Kamleikan." | "Kamleikan." | ||
"Bloody cold up there, what?" Myles laughed. "You are a tailor as well, yes? I | "Bloody cold up there, what?" Myles laughed. "You are a tailor as well, yes? I | ||
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it?" He glanced briefly at the assorted sealskin garments and winked knowingly | it?" He glanced briefly at the assorted sealskin garments and winked knowingly | ||
at Gunther. "You can confide in me." | at Gunther. "You can confide in me." | ||
"I have always been a tailor. I made clothes in Kamleikan. I left. Now I make | "I have always been a tailor. I made clothes in Kamleikan. I left. Now I make | ||
them in Ashtan." | them in Ashtan." | ||
"An interesting choice of profession for a man of your, shall we say, stature." | "An interesting choice of profession for a man of your, shall we say, stature." | ||
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curious, my good man. How many other Kamleikan tailors are there? I always | curious, my good man. How many other Kamleikan tailors are there? I always | ||
strive to know my field of work." | strive to know my field of work." | ||
"None." Gunther grunted. | "None." Gunther grunted. | ||
"None? This is the height of tailoring in that cold wasteland?" Myles glanced | "None? This is the height of tailoring in that cold wasteland?" Myles glanced | ||
skeptically at the oily sealskin clothing, appraising the somewhat pungent | skeptically at the oily sealskin clothing, appraising the somewhat pungent | ||
smell. "Hey, where are you going?" The big man had turned to leave. | smell. "Hey, where are you going?" The big man had turned to leave. | ||
"In," said Gunther. Myles was struck by a sudden afterthought. | "In," said Gunther. Myles was struck by a sudden afterthought. | ||
"Why did you leave Kamleikan?" He called after Gunther. | "Why did you leave Kamleikan?" He called after Gunther. | ||
"They said I dressed like a whore," growled the northman, as he trudged away in | "They said I dressed like a whore," growled the northman, as he trudged away in | ||
his coat, trousers, boots and gloves of old black sealskin. | his coat, trousers, boots and gloves of old black sealskin. | ||
*** | *** | ||
The next day, Myles began advertising hourly on the telepathic Market channel. | The next day, Myles began advertising hourly on the telepathic Market channel. | ||
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to my store in Ashtan and let me show you what to wear. Free demonstration of | to my store in Ashtan and let me show you what to wear. Free demonstration of | ||
what not to wear included, gratis, across the street at Gunther's. Ad 351." | what not to wear included, gratis, across the street at Gunther's. Ad 351." | ||
A month went by. People were arriving in hordes to Myles' shop. Gunther could | A month went by. People were arriving in hordes to Myles' shop. Gunther could | ||
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"This is perfect. I've been looking so long for something that says, 'I'm not | "This is perfect. I've been looking so long for something that says, 'I'm not | ||
just a clown! I'm a -Jester-! You know? Ridiculous, but with gravitas." | just a clown! I'm a -Jester-! You know? Ridiculous, but with gravitas." | ||
"Lovely, the mother-of-pearl really brings the color of your scales!" | "Lovely, the mother-of-pearl really brings the color of your scales!" | ||
"I've never seen glitter on a pair of tube socks before." | "I've never seen glitter on a pair of tube socks before." | ||
"You know what I like about Myles? He's edgy. Not afraid to push the limit. And | "You know what I like about Myles? He's edgy. Not afraid to push the limit. And | ||
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fashions for free, every time I come to Market Street!" The man laughed and | fashions for free, every time I come to Market Street!" The man laughed and | ||
gestured to Gunther's stall. | gestured to Gunther's stall. | ||
Three days later, Gunther arrived at the Market District to find that someone | Three days later, Gunther arrived at the Market District to find that someone | ||
had put up graffiti on the wall next to Myles's shop. In huge, loopy red | had put up graffiti on the wall next to Myles's shop. In huge, loopy red | ||
letters, it read: | letters, it read: | ||
Thither - a shop run by Gunther, | Thither - a shop run by Gunther, | ||
Your lady-friend ought not to shop there, | Your lady-friend ought not to shop there, | ||
No matter how charming, | No matter how charming, | ||
She'll look so alarming, | She'll look so alarming, | ||
The moment you see her, you'll punt her! | The moment you see her, you'll punt her! | ||
On that day, Gunther decided he'd had enough. | On that day, Gunther decided he'd had enough. | ||
*** | *** | ||
Myles Forsythe staggered into the vestibule of the shop, fumbled with his keys, | Myles Forsythe staggered into the vestibule of the shop, fumbled with his keys, | ||
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matter, tailoring. With only that Kamleikan simpleton for competition, business | matter, tailoring. With only that Kamleikan simpleton for competition, business | ||
had no place to go but- | had no place to go but- | ||
Myles screamed. | Myles screamed. | ||
Jumbles - most of him, anyway - was all over the floor, the walls, the wardrobe, | Jumbles - most of him, anyway - was all over the floor, the walls, the wardrobe, | ||
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of debauchery forgotten. Jumbles was dead; the dear little cat was where only | of debauchery forgotten. Jumbles was dead; the dear little cat was where only | ||
the Great Mother could reach him. | the Great Mother could reach him. | ||
Most of him, anyway. His skin was missing. | Most of him, anyway. His skin was missing. | ||
*** | *** | ||
"New design for the season?" | "New design for the season?" | ||
Gunther looked where Myles was pointing. Next to the sealskin boots was another | Gunther looked where Myles was pointing. Next to the sealskin boots was another | ||
pair identical in style, but made of some completely different material - | pair identical in style, but made of some completely different material - | ||
furred, with calico patches. | furred, with calico patches. | ||
"Yes." | "Yes." | ||
"How unusual. " Myles wore an easy smile, betraying nothing other than an odd | "How unusual. " Myles wore an easy smile, betraying nothing other than an odd | ||
stiffness about the lips. Gunther, watching him, considered the possibility of a | stiffness about the lips. Gunther, watching him, considered the possibility of a | ||
misunderstanding. | misunderstanding. | ||
"I made them out of your cat. I killed your cat. That is your cat's fur." | "I made them out of your cat. I killed your cat. That is your cat's fur." | ||
The smile on Myles's lips stayed admirably motionless as a single mutinous vein | The smile on Myles's lips stayed admirably motionless as a single mutinous vein | ||
throbbed violently in his temple. "You don't say," he finally managed. "I think | throbbed violently in his temple. "You don't say," he finally managed. "I think | ||
I shall bid you adieu, sir." | I shall bid you adieu, sir." | ||
Gunther spent the rest of the day as was his custom, looking into the middle | Gunther spent the rest of the day as was his custom, looking into the middle | ||
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one brick-like fist, wondering if he was seeing things. Something unspeakable | one brick-like fist, wondering if he was seeing things. Something unspeakable | ||
had happened. | had happened. | ||
Bits of sequins, lace, silk trim and sewing needles lay everywhere on the floor. | Bits of sequins, lace, silk trim and sewing needles lay everywhere on the floor. | ||
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couldn't bring himself to look at the trousers. No two garments had been | couldn't bring himself to look at the trousers. No two garments had been | ||
vandalized alike, each one a unique snowflake of poor taste. | vandalized alike, each one a unique snowflake of poor taste. | ||
Gunther stood there, frozen. After a while he gingerly began gathering up the | Gunther stood there, frozen. After a while he gingerly began gathering up the | ||
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them to the nearest humgii and let it devour them one by one, brushing the tears | them to the nearest humgii and let it devour them one by one, brushing the tears | ||
away as quickly as they came. | away as quickly as they came. | ||
*** | *** | ||
"Take back your clothes. I don't want them." | "Take back your clothes. I don't want them." | ||
"Ah, wonderful," beamed Myles, pausing from making haphazard slashes in a new | "Ah, wonderful," beamed Myles, pausing from making haphazard slashes in a new | ||
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You're sure you wouldn't rather put them on sale? I daresay you'll make a tidy | You're sure you wouldn't rather put them on sale? I daresay you'll make a tidy | ||
profit from it, and I won't ask a sovereign for my commission." | profit from it, and I won't ask a sovereign for my commission." | ||
"I don't want them. Take them back." | "I don't want them. Take them back." | ||
Myles sighed. "Fine, fine, though you're only taking money out of your own | Myles sighed. "Fine, fine, though you're only taking money out of your own | ||
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down the stairs. Three shadowy figures clad in scalemail emerged from all around | down the stairs. Three shadowy figures clad in scalemail emerged from all around | ||
him, each holding a whip on one hand and a dagger in the other. | him, each holding a whip on one hand and a dagger in the other. | ||
Myles had only the briefest instant to wonder at how Gunther had possibly been | Myles had only the briefest instant to wonder at how Gunther had possibly been | ||
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their poisoned dirks, again and again and again, moment by moment imprisoning | their poisoned dirks, again and again and again, moment by moment imprisoning | ||
Myles Forsythe ever more deeply within his own body. | Myles Forsythe ever more deeply within his own body. | ||
All was still. Myles heard someone approach. Someone large, smelling faintly of | All was still. Myles heard someone approach. Someone large, smelling faintly of | ||
seal blubber. | seal blubber. | ||
"We Kamleikan," Gunther rumbled, "Have our own sort of poetry. We call it the | "We Kamleikan," Gunther rumbled, "Have our own sort of poetry. We call it the | ||
'haiku.'" I will give you an example: | 'haiku.'" I will give you an example: | ||
'Foolish man. | 'Foolish man. | ||
You are stuck. | You are stuck. | ||
I win.'" | I win.'" | ||
Gunther locked the door on his way out. In the endless silence he left behind, | Gunther locked the door on his way out. In the endless silence he left behind, | ||
the rapidly deteriorating mind of Myles Forsythe could think of only one | the rapidly deteriorating mind of Myles Forsythe could think of only one | ||
refrain. | refrain. | ||
Five...seven...five... | Five...seven...five... | ||
Five...seven...five... | Five...seven...five... | ||
*** | *** | ||
Half flying, half sprinting, the Atavian rounded the corner of Merchant Street | Half flying, half sprinting, the Atavian rounded the corner of Merchant Street | ||
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feathered heap before Gunther Arngrim's little shop. Gunther looked up and noted | feathered heap before Gunther Arngrim's little shop. Gunther looked up and noted | ||
that he wore nothing below the waist. | that he wore nothing below the waist. | ||
"Pants...emergency..." the Atavian gasped, chest heaving. | "Pants...emergency..." the Atavian gasped, chest heaving. | ||
Gunther apprised the situation. There was a man without pants. Here was a man | Gunther apprised the situation. There was a man without pants. Here was a man | ||
who made pants. This was a shop that sold pants. | who made pants. This was a shop that sold pants. | ||
"You want to buy my pants," Gunther decided. He brushed off a downy white | "You want to buy my pants," Gunther decided. He brushed off a downy white | ||
feather where it had settled on his shoulder and shook out a pair of black | feather where it had settled on his shoulder and shook out a pair of black | ||
sealskin trousers. | sealskin trousers. | ||
"You could say that," panted the Atavian, tossing a hefty bag of sovereigns at | "You could say that," panted the Atavian, tossing a hefty bag of sovereigns at | ||
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something indistinctly from the direction in which the Atavian had arrived, | something indistinctly from the direction in which the Atavian had arrived, | ||
getting louder and angrier by the moment. | getting louder and angrier by the moment. | ||
Gunther's beard twitched almost imperceptibly, his expression invisible | Gunther's beard twitched almost imperceptibly, his expression invisible | ||
underneath. "A victim of fashion," he said as the Atavian turned and fled in his | underneath. "A victim of fashion," he said as the Atavian turned and fled in his | ||
baggy new sealskin pants, half sprinting, half flying, trying futilely to hold | baggy new sealskin pants, half sprinting, half flying, trying futilely to hold | ||
them up with one hand. | them up with one hand.</pre> | ||
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