Howondaland

Object released another tangle of smoke and Reth winced. Gambler did not react to the smoke, he was also in more smoke-filled
rooms, and in the street smoke immediately dissipated from a small wind.

Object never found out that something was happening between Reth and Gambler, and they did not hurry to inform her. She still could not stand the young man, but refused to talk to him. Gambler was annoyed, but Reth quietly advised him to wait a little longer until she finally got used to it.

When Object, scornfully looking at Gambler, left, the young man exhaled. He dropped his head on the boards of the street table and muttered:

— I’m sick of all this! Why can not she tell us what’s between us? Let she choke on her anger.

— Gambler! Stop!

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She looked at his sleeping face for a long time. Twenty years, it’s necessary. Until that moment, it never occurred to her to find out how old the boy was. She ran her fingers along his cheek and the young man wrinkled his face funny with a tickling touch. Such long eyelashes… and quite light. And small freckles on the skin, giving him quite a child’s appearance. And the short bristle, which did not grow into a full beard, but also to shave it, Gambler refused.

She
did not deceive him — she really enjoyed making love with him, although
the young man was constrained and had to help him, but so that he did
not understand it. But
she liked to touch his skinny back, to feel the heaviness of his body —
it was all familiar, as if they had been together more than once, but
from where…

— Melethron, what do we do? — she whispered, trying not to wake him. — This is madness.

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