The final effect was one of languor.That I could stroll down the walkways without fear or rush,safe in the knowledge that all threats were taken care of.That any fall would be cushioned by the Regent’s men,whether it was literal or figurative.Such was the power of the almighty coin,a privilege I’d taken for granted all of my life,even in Llereld with its bucolic temperament.
Right here,right now,though,something was different.The architecture hadn’t changed.It still sat squat and proud alongside the nearly deserted walkways.The hum of power that ran everything still provided thebass line to the city’s score.But when Vescha rested her small,square hand atop mine,taking deliberate care not to entwine them and suggest a more personal relationship,I almost yanked my arm away so she couldn’t touch me.