It appeared, however, that Bequa Kynska was not to be swayed until a powerful voice at the door to the recital chamber cut through the clamour and said, 'Mistress Kynska.'Īll heads turned at the commanding sound of the voice and Ostian felt his pulse quicken as he saw who had stilled the crowd: Fulgrim, the Phoenician. Ostian found his voice joined with that of the audience. But it is irrelevant, for I shall play no more this day.'Ī chorus of denials filled the air as the audience begged for her to resume playing. Double it, triple it, you have not even begun to place a value on what you have heard tonight. 'I neither know nor care,' snapped Bequa. 'Do you have any idea how many strings I had to pull to have myself assigned to this expedition in order to hear you play?' 'I demand you play on, woman!' shouted Paljor Dorji. There are thousands of nobles of Terra, but there is only one Bequa Kynska.' You will show me some damned respect!'īequa spat on the wooden floor and said, 'You are what you are by an accident of birth. I am Paljor Dorji, sixth Marquis of the Terawatt Clan and a patrician of Terra. The man stood angrily from his seat, his features flushed. She stared thunderously at the nobleman and said, 'I do not play for such pigs!' Bequa stood from her instrument, her chest heaving with exertion and an expression of fury plastered across her face.
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