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Fill: Challenge #21 (DW)
Since we just watched "Snakedance"...
“That is really quite fascinating, Director,” Tanha gushed as she held up her cup so the nearby servant could fill it with more wine. “I had no idea that there was such a long gap between the fall of the Manussan Empire and the establishment of the Sumaran Empire. Did you know that, Lon?”
Her fair-haired son pushed the food around on his plate with lazy pokes of his fork. “No, Mother,” he drawled, his head drooping to one shoulder, “I certainly did not.”
Ambril sat a bit taller, his nose lifted as he replied. “It is not commonly known, my lady. We have precious few records from that period, and not enough evidence to teach any of it in the schools. It is of paramount importance that we teach truth and not allow rumours and legends to multiply.”
Tanha nodded. “The Federator is of the same mind, I assure you, Director. Education is most important, don’t you agree, Lon?”
“Yes, Mother.” Neither his mother nor Ambril saw him roll his eyes. Lon pushed himself straight and waved for a servant to bring him another plate of food to play with.
Tanha leant toward Ambril. “To be honest,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper behind a shielding hand, “I paid scant heed to my tutors. Dry as dust, they were. Even a fly buzzing about the room held my attention better than they.”
Ambril laughed. “I am not surprised, my lady. Lecturers never do seem to realise how much they put their audience off their subject, now do they?”
Lon leapt up. “Please excuse me,” he sputtered and sprinted off toward the lavatory, his spate of coughing sounding suspiciously like laughter.
“That is really quite fascinating, Director,” Tanha gushed as she held up her cup so the nearby servant could fill it with more wine. “I had no idea that there was such a long gap between the fall of the Manussan Empire and the establishment of the Sumaran Empire. Did you know that, Lon?”
Her fair-haired son pushed the food around on his plate with lazy pokes of his fork. “No, Mother,” he drawled, his head drooping to one shoulder, “I certainly did not.”
Ambril sat a bit taller, his nose lifted as he replied. “It is not commonly known, my lady. We have precious few records from that period, and not enough evidence to teach any of it in the schools. It is of paramount importance that we teach truth and not allow rumours and legends to multiply.”
Tanha nodded. “The Federator is of the same mind, I assure you, Director. Education is most important, don’t you agree, Lon?”
“Yes, Mother.” Neither his mother nor Ambril saw him roll his eyes. Lon pushed himself straight and waved for a servant to bring him another plate of food to play with.
Tanha leant toward Ambril. “To be honest,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper behind a shielding hand, “I paid scant heed to my tutors. Dry as dust, they were. Even a fly buzzing about the room held my attention better than they.”
Ambril laughed. “I am not surprised, my lady. Lecturers never do seem to realise how much they put their audience off their subject, now do they?”
Lon leapt up. “Please excuse me,” he sputtered and sprinted off toward the lavatory, his spate of coughing sounding suspiciously like laughter.
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Have you heard Cradle of the Snake? It’s a sequel to both Mara TV stories and excellent