((The Monday Triple: page 3 of 3))
“What do you mean, ‘paper boy’?” asked Emiliana.
“A deliverer of news,” said Germal. “It is as mundane as it sounds.”
A rather brief and dismissive answer, Emiliana noticed. She tried a different angle. “How old are you?”
Germal found the question amusing. “A word of advice, cedo. Inquiries such as those are invitations for lies. You will have to choose your words more skillfully than that if you wish to learn anything useful from strangers.”
They came to an intersection of seven different hallways, and Germal chose the far right one.
Emiliana followed. “...So you are not going to tell me how old you are?”
“Would you trust my word if I did?”
“You’ve yet to give me a reason not to.”
“Ah. In that case, I am three years old.”
“...No, you aren’t.”
“And now I have given you your reason.”
Emiliana smacked her lips. “Very well. If you will not tell me about yourself, then what can you tell me of Gohvis?”
“Ha! He is not prone to talking about himself.”
“Yeah, I guessed as much. But is he as bad as everyone says?”
Germal stopped walking to look at her. “Everyone? Who is everyone, cedo?”
She wasn’t quite sure what he was asking. “Um...”
“You have not heard what everyone says, I should think. If you believe that everyone thinks him evil, then you have heard but one side of the debate.”
“Tell me the other side, then.”
Germal continued walking. “The Black Scourge. The Monster of the East. In this place, and many others, those names are all but heresy. Speak them aloud and you are liable to receive a lashing that you will not soon recover from.”
Emiliana just listened.
“Gohvis is a hero to many--and I do not mean only our kind. There are some places where he is even revered as the greatest hope for all humanity.”