标题: 龙枪编年史-秋暮之巨龙 长期长篇连载英文小说 启航 [打印本页] 作者: yush 时间: 2010-4-5 10:38 标题: 龙枪编年史-秋暮之巨龙 长期长篇连载英文小说 启航 The Old Man ! ?6 H! }. I) f5 I/ I& [0 R# r2 ^
Tika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles. q+ e: }& j3 I" [* g* \3 A1 K! G( o
She tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room. 9 ~: ~2 g* U' Z+ E9 t" Y/ Q) r
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It was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lotof love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, - o. m6 F7 K6 R: q( m) r3 o! a' Xbut even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter. 6 Z4 n5 ~8 r2 X" XThe Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable. 2 |' ]- R5 y9 Q# s' S- H# N
The living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs / r8 A. z A6 q) a9 I" l
of the tree with such care as to make it impossible to tell where nature's work left off and man's began. The bar seemed to ebb and flow like % R& |0 ^* L8 u" W6 Ta polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color 8 p6 _) l2 s% O% f' Z9 V5 U; G) yacross the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business. ' S* u" \4 W" N/ |1 Q7 XTika looked around and smiled in satisfaction. The tables were clean and polished. All she had left to do was sweep the floor. * |! W" j$ \8 E; \
3 m4 X) L4 ?& G. V/ J8 Q; aShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. ' Y- I! n+ S; u7 P"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs, * g; u4 N4 Z. Q* S& t( M1 ]; z" A! Ewhistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," 7 ^/ p: W4 E \7 |" W2 G& r1 `said Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous, 0 u+ U. Z6 d5 w& Ejumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!" ! G3 z0 j% C: I, n; s: B/ X3 A3 e6 ?6 L$ e
