Sword-Bound: A Novel of Tiger and Del
Jennifer Roberson
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0756407966
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
For the first time in years, life seems settled for Tiger and Del. They run a school for sword-dancers in the South. They're raising a two-year-old daughter. They collect income from their interest in a thriving cantina. Occasionally Tiger must dance against sword-dancers bent on killing him for forsaking the oaths and vows of the circle, but for the most part it's an idyllic life. Until Tiger's twenty-five-year-old son accuses him of being "domesticated."
Thus challenged by his own flesh-and-blood to reclaim his legendary status, Tiger, accompanied by Del and his son, embarks on a journey northwards that will test his sword skill and resolve, and lead him and Del into danger from an old enemy. Though Tiger had forsaken his magic years before, he now faces the choice to reclaim it, and to wield it, in order to save those he loves.
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the edge of the Punja. Del and I had a little cumfa meat left, journey bread verging on stale, fruit that was starting to spoil. But Tamar had sent more dried meat, tubers, herbs, onions, and potatoes. Mixed with water and heated over a cookfire, it would do nicely. We lacked a spit so we’d set the pot right down on the rock ring. That is, if I managed to borrow a pot. “I have a better idea,” I said. “You go.” She was tending the cookfire once more. “Because I’m a woman?” Uh-oh. I turned on my
I turned to tell Neesha there was room to water his horse, but he had disappeared. Likely looking for an acceptable area to bed down. We wouldn’t need shade at night, but it would nonetheless be nice to have a tree of our own. “I wonder,” I commented, “if our friend with the oxen departed because we are sword-dancers or because you’re a woman.” Del shrugged as she allowed the gelding to dip his head down into the water. “Probably because of me. I’m foreign to Southroners still, and I wear a
scrubbed the heel of a grimy hand across an equally dirty face. He stretched the flesh all out of shape, especially around the eyes—an attempt to persuade imminent tears to go elsewhere immediately. He caught a handful of lank hair behind an ear and tugged, hard, as if hoping that pain would make the decision itself less painful. I watched the boy struggle with his convictions and thought him very strong, if totally misguided. Finally he looked up at me from fierce brown eyes. “I will walk out
choice to stay with her father. Now she seemed disconnected from it. From me. I followed and discovered Neesha had found us a very hospitable tree with spreading limbs and well-clothed branches. It was late afternoon and hot. Few people were moving; most slept the worst of the heat away. I thought it was a very good idea. I tended the stud first, untacking and picketing him where webby scrub grass grew in filtered shade at the edge of the tree canopy. Then I spread my blankets and flipped the
“Drinking on an empty belly,” I reminded her. She glowered at me, hands on hips. “Then you fix the food. That, you should be able to accomplish without risk of drowning our daughter.” As she walked away, I sighed and thrust the jug at Alric. I got to my feet, as Alric laughed. “Ah, yes. Domestication.” I said something extremely impolite and swung around to follow Del but stopped short as I nearly ran into Neesha. “Well?” he asked. “Well, what?” “Are you going?” “Going where?” “Out.” He
