Ruffians And Roughnecks: The Rogue, Part 2
The idea with this post series is that I take a word that means either a “bad guy”, eg ruffian or rogue, or a “rough diamond”, eg a roughneck, and match it with a character from my novels. As in the A Geography Of Haarth series, each entry will be accompanied by a relevant passage from the books.
The definitions are taken from Merriam Webster Online, my current go-to dictionary when writing—which is why we have a Part 1 and a Part 2 for “rogue”, since there are two quite different dictionary definitions, which fit with equally disparate characters from my books.
Click on The Rogue Part 1, to check out last week’s post.
Now onward into this week. 😉
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The Rogue, Part 2
Rogue: a mischievous person, [who may] cause trouble in a playful way
Now doesn’t that sound like Haimyr in the Wall Of Night series?
‘ The hangings were brushed aside and Haimyr the Golden surveyed the assembled company, a smile on his lips. The bow he made the prince was extravagant, and as soon as he straightened he strolled forward and saluted the heralds with equal flourish. “Did I not say that we should meet again? I am glad to see that I spoke true, despite the gloomy forebodings…”
…The heralds rose and bowed to the minstrel, their heads held at precisely the same, ironic angle, although they, too, kept their voices neutral. “We thank you for your faith in our safe arrival.”
The minstrel smiled. “I did have faith—so much so that I brought your horses with me from the city.” He switched the smile to Aravenor. “Although I promise the Lord Captain that all other Guild mounts remain safely stabled by the river port.”
Jehane Mor and Tarathan kept their one voice soft, looking at and through him at the same time. “We also thank you for our horses, but wonder how you knew to bring them? Just as we have wondered at your part in last night’s events, given your words at our last meeting.”
“What words were these?” asked Prince Ilvaine.
Haimyr turned to him. “The merest jape, my great-uncle and my prince, a lighthearted jest between friends.”
“They do not seem amused,” the prince observed. He turned to the heralds. “Do you accuse my great-nephew of designs against your lives?” ‘
~ from © The Gathering Of The Lost, The Wall of Night Book Two: Chapter 8 — The Demonhunter.
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