Descending Road - INVITATION by Dana W. Paxson

INVITATION

1560 4D

A voice woke him. “I’m Jeddin.” Tyll looked up at a thin pale andro with dark hair and a sharp face. “I dressed your wrists and ankles with skinwrap. Sorry the coverall’s too tight — you’re too big for it. I had to leave the waist open.”

Tyll smiled crookedly, remembering the ancient tale he had lived through in his visit to the Great Archive. He stared up at the vast sky, blue and white and shifting and far away. The Sun of Tarnus, utterly strange to him, made him bow his head and squint against its light.

“Don’t look at it,” Jeddin said. “It’ll blind you.”

An immense relief filled Tyll, and a vast rage. The ancient blood-soaked verse bloomed again in his mind. In a voice ragged and harsh, he laughed, and croaked out, “Thanks. My name is Grendel.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Grendel. You’ve been fighting?”

“For my life. I killed men.” He felt nothing.

“Hmm. You’re no ordinary andro. How would you like to go with me to war?”

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	INVITATION 1560 4D A voice woke him. “I’m Jeddin.” Tyll looked up at a thin pale andro with dark hair and a sharp face. “I dressed your wrists and ankles with skinwrap. Sorry the coverall’s too tight — you’re too big for it. I had to leave the waist open.” Tyll smiled crookedly, remembering the ancient tale he had lived through in his visit to the Great Archive. He stared up at the vast sky, blue and white and shifting and far away. The Sun of Tarnus, utterly strange to him, made him bow his head and squint against its light. “Don’t look at it,” Jeddin said. “It’ll blind you.” An immense relief filled Tyll, and a vast rage. The ancient blood-soaked verse bloomed again in his mind. In a voice ragged and harsh, he laughed, and croaked out, “Thanks. My name is Grendel.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Grendel. You’ve been fighting?” “For my life. I killed men.” He felt nothing. “Hmm. You’re no ordinary andro. How would you like to go with me to war?”