| Lord Corman now accorded us a glance. He looked at me intently
and blew his nose. He then said, "I don't believe I've ever heard your
name, young sir?"
"I am Jason Florian Long of Earth, Lord Holder Corman." "I wasn't aware that Telgar acquired another Holding," he looked at Oterel for confirmation and received a blank look of confusion. "Earth is barely a Cothold on the Southern Continent. I am -or, rather was- the sole inhabitant." That sparked their interest, for Corman asked, "Where on the Southern Continent is your Cot located?" "I am not sure, sir. My ship wrecked there when I was but fourteen Turns old. I built Earth Hold a slow sevendays journey from the coast." "Then how is it you are back, and how is you were invited here?" asked Lord Oterel. "Well, sir, I had built a boat with a few makeshift tools, which I fashioned out of rock. As far as it got me, for I made it most of the way back before it sank. I washed up South of Ruatha River Hold and walked to Ruatha Hold. Word spread and I was invited only yesterday." "But why were you invited here?" asked Corman. "Sir, the easiest way to tell many people something is at a large gathering of people. I was invited to give my views about establishing Holdings on the Southern Continent." They said their good days and each walked off in separate directions muttering disbeliefs of my tale. I now asked Lytol, "Did I handle that situation correctly, sir?" "I think you improvised adequately in that particular situation, but what happens when you tell everyone the truth of your origins?" |
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