Sawtooth Spire zweiter teil

his smile tightened, only a little. "i came vith you after i asked vhat sort of flowers you vould plant there. alvays your audience." he let his lilac look of love settle on phaedra for a second longer than he might have before. mahler glanced away in the next, wanting to spare her the spotlight of cringing paternal affection.
"stag helped you, and helped you again rebuild at the new mountain." oh, stag. he thought of the boy, and of takiyok, and how it in the end he had ruined it all deliberately and hatefully, justifying each step.
the graf looked now at the fragrant chaos of the unshorn flower-beds. "do you think you vill plant again, or —"
or is it fool-me-twice now, not three times as we all believe we have.
"— or shall i show you vhat farming is?"