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vaznettiI'm taking this morning off -- staying at home, surfing the internet, although actually I need to be cleaning the apartment because my parents are coming later today -- they won't stay with me, because my place is too small, but I do still need to clean.
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A brief explanation of the icon text I requested, since I guess it's fair to say that my friendslist and I do not necessarily have the same passages of The Lymond Chronicles memorized.
I can't even begin to explain the context for those who haven't read the books; suffice it to say that it's the mid-16th century and we're on Zakynthos, loking for a kidnapped child. It's the scene where Archie leaves Philippa with Míkál:
"...What I must ask you now is not whether or not you mean well; I think ye do. But have ye the wits to safeguard and cherish a lassie?"
"It is said, 'Every soul is held in pledge for what it earns,'" said Míkál. "I vow to you, by my soul, that I shall protect her."
"You are vowed to love," said Archie. "If she is threatened, or the gold she carries, what will protect her?"
"They are the slaves of violence, whose master I am," said Míkál. "Can there be any doubt who will prevail?"
"I spoke of a man," said Archie. "A man at present in Djerba. The gold is his gold, and the boy is his son. If the girl is harmed, or the son, or the gold, God will dance for him."
"I hear thee," said Míkál blandly. "God send thee no more rest than a Christian's hat, but thou art a good man."
"I understand lions," said Archie.
Not, of course, that John is much like Francis, aside from the occasional urge to make grand self-endangering gestures, which is just a hero-thing. Oh, and (perhaps connected) the habit of keeping his plans to himself, even when it might be more practical to share a few pieces of vital information, and the ability, apparently, to make people want to hit him merely by saying, "Good morning."
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Still unbelievably obsessed.
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A brief explanation of the icon text I requested, since I guess it's fair to say that my friendslist and I do not necessarily have the same passages of The Lymond Chronicles memorized.
I can't even begin to explain the context for those who haven't read the books; suffice it to say that it's the mid-16th century and we're on Zakynthos, loking for a kidnapped child. It's the scene where Archie leaves Philippa with Míkál:
"...What I must ask you now is not whether or not you mean well; I think ye do. But have ye the wits to safeguard and cherish a lassie?"
"It is said, 'Every soul is held in pledge for what it earns,'" said Míkál. "I vow to you, by my soul, that I shall protect her."
"You are vowed to love," said Archie. "If she is threatened, or the gold she carries, what will protect her?"
"They are the slaves of violence, whose master I am," said Míkál. "Can there be any doubt who will prevail?"
"I spoke of a man," said Archie. "A man at present in Djerba. The gold is his gold, and the boy is his son. If the girl is harmed, or the son, or the gold, God will dance for him."
"I hear thee," said Míkál blandly. "God send thee no more rest than a Christian's hat, but thou art a good man."
"I understand lions," said Archie.
Not, of course, that John is much like Francis, aside from the occasional urge to make grand self-endangering gestures, which is just a hero-thing. Oh, and (perhaps connected) the habit of keeping his plans to himself, even when it might be more practical to share a few pieces of vital information, and the ability, apparently, to make people want to hit him merely by saying, "Good morning."
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Still unbelievably obsessed.
