The Dark Half of the Sun (The Young Ancients: Timon) by P.S. Power Page A
Authors: P.S. Power
Tags: Fantasy
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certain."
The trip back didn't take long, except for the landing, which wasn't his fault. All he had to do was let the Counselor and the others off, then go back to Tor's house, but for some reason only Smythe and Sam left the craft. The Royal Guards sat as if they were expected back at his brother's place. It wasn't any big deal to him, except that once that was done and he was about to step out, the older guard put a hand out to stop him.
"We could use a favor." He didn't say anything else, since the door was open and the ladies that had come with him were staring at the scene.
It was a strange thing, but Timon nodded.
"Alright. Let's unload first, unless you also need a case of gold to buy some orphans out of the gallows?" It came out rather dry, but he managed to smile as he walked past the man. It took a few minutes to clear everything off, then longer to get the others to go inside first, since Sara was obviously lingering, to try and figure out what was going on. Kara had stayed in the back of the craft, looking like she planned to stay no matter what.
He gestured her off firmly and did the same with George, then touched his left hand to the nose of his craft.
"What do we want it to look like?" It could be that they wanted a word with him about his manners or something, but if that was the case they would have just pulled him aside at the palace, saving them a walk back. He had to think this was something else.
"As close to unseen as possible. The color of the twilight sky, then shifting into night black. Can you do that while flying?" George looked at him blankly, not giving anything away.
"I can. It's a bit early for that yet. Am I allowed to know the destination? If not, then I'll need one of you to know exactly where we're going. It's harder to do at night."
The woman nodded, smiling a bit, her frame relaxed more than it had been.
"Perfect. I think I can get us there. The King asked us to try it. Prisoner extraction, technically Ill-"
Timon held up his right hand and glared.
"If it's something I don't need to know about, then don't tell me. As far as I know, you and your boyfriend here want a romantic midnight getaway. My job isn't to ask questions about things like that. I'm not following you into the woods to see what you get up to, you understand?" He tried to look bland about it, but it was something that the guards both understood and seemed to approve of.
At least this time, when it served them. They probably wouldn't like it later, when someone hired him for something they wanted to know about, only to find that he didn't have a clue.
Of course they weren't going to pay him for it, since technically speaking Royal Guards didn't make enough for his rates. He was doing it as a favor, based on... Well, honestly that was harder to figure out. He didn't know them and while he might suspect that this was for the King, he hadn't been asked personally, had he? Maybe they really were just going to have a midnight romp. It didn't seem likely, but what did he know? Well, it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with people like them, would it?
Kara seemed to pick up part of what he was thinking from his face then.
"Thank you. It means so much that you're supporting us in our love." She batted her eyelashes and the man put his arm over her shoulders possessively.
"I thank you too. So few understand how hard it can be for those in our position to make solid long term connections."
That decided, Timon went inside and managed to convince the head cook that a picnic lunch instead of dinner would be most welcome. Oddly the woman, Glaren, seemed happy enough to oblige when he hinted it was for a secret meeting of two lovers.
"Don't tell. Our secret." That was the rule for such things after all. You didn't give away what others were doing if you didn't have to.
She patted him on the arm, her face still pretty even though she was older than his mother. Not that his mother wasn't good looking. All the women in his
The trip back didn't take long, except for the landing, which wasn't his fault. All he had to do was let the Counselor and the others off, then go back to Tor's house, but for some reason only Smythe and Sam left the craft. The Royal Guards sat as if they were expected back at his brother's place. It wasn't any big deal to him, except that once that was done and he was about to step out, the older guard put a hand out to stop him.
"We could use a favor." He didn't say anything else, since the door was open and the ladies that had come with him were staring at the scene.
It was a strange thing, but Timon nodded.
"Alright. Let's unload first, unless you also need a case of gold to buy some orphans out of the gallows?" It came out rather dry, but he managed to smile as he walked past the man. It took a few minutes to clear everything off, then longer to get the others to go inside first, since Sara was obviously lingering, to try and figure out what was going on. Kara had stayed in the back of the craft, looking like she planned to stay no matter what.
He gestured her off firmly and did the same with George, then touched his left hand to the nose of his craft.
"What do we want it to look like?" It could be that they wanted a word with him about his manners or something, but if that was the case they would have just pulled him aside at the palace, saving them a walk back. He had to think this was something else.
"As close to unseen as possible. The color of the twilight sky, then shifting into night black. Can you do that while flying?" George looked at him blankly, not giving anything away.
"I can. It's a bit early for that yet. Am I allowed to know the destination? If not, then I'll need one of you to know exactly where we're going. It's harder to do at night."
The woman nodded, smiling a bit, her frame relaxed more than it had been.
"Perfect. I think I can get us there. The King asked us to try it. Prisoner extraction, technically Ill-"
Timon held up his right hand and glared.
"If it's something I don't need to know about, then don't tell me. As far as I know, you and your boyfriend here want a romantic midnight getaway. My job isn't to ask questions about things like that. I'm not following you into the woods to see what you get up to, you understand?" He tried to look bland about it, but it was something that the guards both understood and seemed to approve of.
At least this time, when it served them. They probably wouldn't like it later, when someone hired him for something they wanted to know about, only to find that he didn't have a clue.
Of course they weren't going to pay him for it, since technically speaking Royal Guards didn't make enough for his rates. He was doing it as a favor, based on... Well, honestly that was harder to figure out. He didn't know them and while he might suspect that this was for the King, he hadn't been asked personally, had he? Maybe they really were just going to have a midnight romp. It didn't seem likely, but what did he know? Well, it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with people like them, would it?
Kara seemed to pick up part of what he was thinking from his face then.
"Thank you. It means so much that you're supporting us in our love." She batted her eyelashes and the man put his arm over her shoulders possessively.
"I thank you too. So few understand how hard it can be for those in our position to make solid long term connections."
That decided, Timon went inside and managed to convince the head cook that a picnic lunch instead of dinner would be most welcome. Oddly the woman, Glaren, seemed happy enough to oblige when he hinted it was for a secret meeting of two lovers.
"Don't tell. Our secret." That was the rule for such things after all. You didn't give away what others were doing if you didn't have to.
She patted him on the arm, her face still pretty even though she was older than his mother. Not that his mother wasn't good looking. All the women in his
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