“It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, […] and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.”
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“How,” I asked again.
“He wouldn’t wait for us,” Mor said flatly. “He kept charging—trying to reform the line. One of their commanders engaged him. He wouldn’t turn away.
By the time Az got there, he was down.”
Azriel’s face was stone-cold, even as his hazel eyes fixed unrelentingly upon
that knitting wound.
Mor said again, “Where did you go?”
“If you’re about to fight,” the healer said sharply, “take it outside. My patient
doesn’t need to hear this.”
None of us moved.
Rhys brushed a hand down my arm. “You are, as always, free to go wherever
and whenever you wish. But what I think Mor is saying is … try to leave a note
the next time.”
The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not—not the
controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but … genuine terror of not
knowing where I was, if I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he
was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. “I’m
sorry,” I said. To him, to the others.
Mor didn’t so much as look at me.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Rhys replied, hand sliding to cup my
cheek. “You decided to take things into your own hands, and got us valuable
information in the process. But …” His thumb stroked over my cheekbone. “We
have been lucky,” he breathed. “Keeping a step ahead—keeping out of Hybern’ claws. Even if today … today wasn’t so fortunate on the battlefield. But the
cynic in me wonders if our luck is about to expire. And I would rather it not end
with you.”
They all had to think me young and reckless.
No, Rhys said through the bond, and I realized I’d left my shields open.
Believe me, if you knew half of the shit Cassian and Mor have pulled, you’d get
why we don’t. I just … Leave a note. Or tell me the next time.
Would you have let me go if I had?
I do not let you do
Reklam
The water ran over the sand, one wave covering another like the knitting of threads, like the begetting of revenges, betrayals, memories, regrets. And always it made a musical, murmuring sound, a language as definite as speech. But he never came.
It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
… Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags…
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Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their fac- ulties and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than com has pronounced necessary for their sex.
Reklam
Reklam