Getting inside Linear's head while he was sitting and talking with Lady Grandisse |
As you lay in your bed, thinking here and there about the day, your thoughts wander back to your time spent in the garden with Lady Grandisse. It was a beautiful place, but so constrained by the hand of man. Each plant was an amazing specimen, but their relation to one another was ordered by the grid that orders these cities, rather than the unguiding chaos of nature. Her words, too, were a drone of gossip and human confusion, like a beehive that never knew it's queen. But as you think about what she was saying, some of it resonates. She always refered to her husband's business as Labor Importing, but you also sensed some bitterness in her. When Threnoble was alive, her neighbors never invited them to lunch and she certainly never went to Kaseem for a social visit. But suddenly two weeks ago, some of the wives of the Salt Officers had come over and a week later two officers came with a gift from El Wahafi himself, a beautiful hand wrought chair. And now, she had heard from the man who ran her husband's estate that the Salters had made a couple of visits to his old offices to the south, talking about some kind of mutually beneficial business arrangement. "The Salters and the Slavers-er the importers- making a business arrangement! Can you imagine. Why when Threnoble was alive, they wouldn't even talk to him. Some said they were scared. And he was such a dear man..." |