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Nothing had changed. Sam knew things wouldn’t have, but it was still strange to come back to his workroom with everything the same. Nick’s letter was sitting on his desk where he’d pieced it together and he could feel where The Book of the Dead was hidden in the cabinet.

He had to find a way to get to Nick, he pulled down the almanac to calculate where Nick might be now, biting his lip in concentration. It looked like he was near the Wall and possibly Edge, which was close to Red Lake where all the trouble was happening. Since Nick was clear with all his visas, there wasn't a good way to stop him from going farther into trouble.

Date: 2011-07-01 02:28 am (UTC)
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Eventually, there comes a knock on the door.

Date: 2011-07-01 02:33 am (UTC)
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“Me!” Ellimere says cheerfully as she breezes in. “I hope I’m not disturbing the act of creation or anything?”

Date: 2011-07-01 02:39 am (UTC)
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Sameth so rarely let her into his room anymore, Ellie takes her time in looking around. So many things she didn't know - not even the tools, but the faded Charter signs in the air.

They were signs she'd be hesitate, even refuse to use herself. "What are you making?"

Date: 2011-07-01 02:42 am (UTC)
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"How do you know?" she snaps, stung.

Date: 2011-07-01 02:50 am (UTC)
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He sounds so bitter, so frustrated, that Ellie forces her resentment down. Now isn't the time to have a screaming match about-

Well, about things. Unimportant things.

(Even if part of her wants to stamp her foot and go yes, I am interested, you pushed me out first)

"Neither can I," she says, forcing her tone to be even as she finds a chair and sits down. "I'm worried. About Mother."

Date: 2011-07-01 02:56 am (UTC)
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"This time," Ellie points out, half in the tones of a worried daughter and half in the tones of a future queen. "She needs help with her work, Sam, and you’re the only person who can do it."

Date: 2011-07-01 03:03 am (UTC)
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“Well,” Ellie continues, half uncomfortably, “I just wanted to say that studying to be the Abhorsen is the most important thing, Sam. If you need more time, you just have to say, and...I’ll reorganize your schedule.”

Date: 2011-07-01 03:07 am (UTC)
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“They’re not—” She visibly stopped herself, taking a deep breath. "Yes. Things are different now. Now we know what’s going on, I shall be spending more time with the Guard myself. Getting ready."

Date: 2011-07-01 03:12 am (UTC)
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“Yes. Even if Mother and Dad are successful in Ancelstierre, there’s going to be trouble. Whatever is behind it all isn’t going to lie still while we stop its plans." Sometimes, Sam's lack of guile, lack of a sense that people could take advantage of weakness, caused her to despair.

"Something will happen, and we need to be ready. You need to be ready, Sam." She hesitates, and gets to her feet. "That’s all I wanted to say."

It's not, but that's all she can find the words for. The other things are...unimportant.


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