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 . y+ P/ G4 Y* @6 MTika Waylan straightened herback with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her crampedmuscles. % B5 d0 ^6 `9 U1 c
She tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and lanced around the empty room. . G5 ]0 q- n- E' H! E 1 J6 F X5 D$ vIt was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lotof love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, Z+ u, T, j, Abut even loveand tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-usedtables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasionalsplinter. 6 o2 n6 t( I/ ]6 `. x
The Inn of the Last Home was not fancy, not like someshe'd heard about in Haven. It was comfortable. 9 D5 y9 R; M' |& H
The living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around theboughs a, I0 T' ]! h1 b' N* A: b: L+ S2 w
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 8 g2 f4 P1 m2 D6 Z: n q8 X( k' h
a polished wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color 6 N" X/ n' |& W" Vacross the room.Shadows were dwindling as noon approached. The Inn of the Last Home would soon be open for business. ) Z( U. {/ E; O
Tika looked around and smiled in satisfaction. The tables were clean and polished. All she had left to do was sweep the floor. " [, r- \$ i4 e% Y; h/ J! d8 E
! j8 D' p6 d4 Y5 Q5 i# fShe began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. + A) k5 I4 X) D
"Should be another brisk day—for both the weather andbusiness," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. Hebegan to set out mugs, & m8 z! x9 P. x; @4 K0 ]whistling cheerfully."I'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," % z, w8 ^6 Z6 Y8 K: S+ q+ s
said Tika, tugging at a bench. "I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybodynervous, " Z7 o, z+ E" F
jumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and—I swear—Retark drew his sword!" - o2 l0 k+ z" V9 T4 B# t
