| "You did as I taught you to do," answered Lytol.
"Jason, I did not think your telling of your past was boring, so why did you think your informal speech to Lord Larad was boring?" Jaxom asked me. "Well, young sir, I feel everything I say is boring, and there are many on Earth who would readily attest to that. Though, if I wrote one of them a letter, it would probably not be perceived as boring. I would not personally be telling it." "Oh, I think I understand," he didn't from the expression on his face. "Let me clarify that last statement. If I am present saying something, it is my experience that people will be bored. But, if I write the same thing in a letter, it usually is not boring. Did that help?" "Now, I know what you mean, sir," this time he looked as if he understood. "You don't need to call me 'sir', Jaxom. You are far more important than myself. Call me, Jason. Simply, Jason." Lord Lytol listened to us, all the while he seemed to be looking for someone. He noticed Lord Holders Corman and Oterel approaching, and told us to make ourselves ready respond to their questions. "Ah, Lord Oterel and Lord Corman. Hello. How go things?" Lord Corman answered first, "My Hold just sent out a nice, large head of herdbeasts to Nerat Hold and made quite a lot of marks in the deal. I must say things are going well." "I cannot complain myself," answered Oterel, "Fishing has been good so far. Hopefully, that will make up for all the fields which have been destroyed by Thread," he now looked over toward Jaxom and myself, "Jaxom how are you?" "I am doing well, sir, thank you for asking." |
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