[ Bastien follows. For the first two steps in the wrong direction, it's his habit of going along with things. For the third and fourth, it's thinking that perhaps it's on purpose—perhaps Byerly doesn't want to climb down into a drippy mining tunnel and say hello to Bonny Lem and his collection of knives.
On the fifth step he digs his heels in, arm twisting to hold By by his wrist, and tugs him— ]
Other left, mon beau péquenaud.
[ A very old term of elbow-to-the-ribs endearment, and even more outrageously unfair now than it was when they met in Val Royeaux. ]
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Date: 2022-07-06 02:57 am (UTC)On the fifth step he digs his heels in, arm twisting to hold By by his wrist, and tugs him— ]
Other left, mon beau péquenaud.
[ A very old term of elbow-to-the-ribs endearment, and even more outrageously unfair now than it was when they met in Val Royeaux. ]