Assassins Curse: Chapter 1/ Page 2 Soon as we make the trade, Papa Said. /// I glowered at the word trade and squirmed around in my too-tight silk dress. My breats squeezed out the top of it, not on purpose. I know that sort of thing is supposed to be appealing to men but you wouldnt know it talking to me. At least the dress was a real pretty one, the color of cinnamon and draped the way the court ladies wore em a couple of seasons ago. Wed nicked it off a merchant ship a few months back. Mama had said it suited me when we were on board Papas boat and she was lining my eyes with kohl and pinning my hair on top of my head, trying to turn me into a beauty. I could tell by the expression on Mistress Hariris face that it hadnt worked. /// Tarrin! Captain Hariri lifted his hand and Tarrin slunk out of the shadow of the gazebo where hed been standing alonside his mother. The air was full up with these tiny white flowers from the trees nearby, and a couple of blossoms caught in Tarrins hair. He was dressed like his father, in dusty old aristocratic clothes, and that was the only sign either of em were pirates like me and my parents. /// Its nice to meet you, Annana of the Tanarau. He bowed, hinging at the waist. He said my name wrong. /// Mama shoved me forward, and I stumbled over the hem of my dress, stained first with seawater from clomping around on the boat and then with sand from clomping through Lisirra to get to this stupid garden. /// The Hariri were the only clan in the whole Confederation that spent more time on land than they did at sea.
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