[She cannot help the skeptical look which possesses her. Remarkably irregular? Remarkably poor? Remarkably indicative of an education had outside the vaunted halls of whatever Orlesian institution he likes best today, perhaps?
A separate sheet of paper is produced and offered in trade for whatever scrap he's claimed.]
Here is the new list of components. The new design will require some additional smithing work not indicated in the initial drawings and I have yet to refine the exact shape, but I believe with these we may successfully avoid questions of either having to re-glyph the weapon, or risk the whole project losing its use should I suddenly disappear back into the Fade. So as to the question of funding, perhaps you might begin first by telling your counsel that the project has secured some newfound stability which was not present last week.
[He takes, without trading, the second sheet of paper, and begins examining it.]
We must ask the Fade not to take you. It would be a loss to the project. But it is very foresighted of you--no unfinished works! You are an example to us all. I should leave right now and finish the four papers that sit half-complete, and make a summary of some of my more current research.
[Would that she would be so lucky because: he doesn't leave. Instead he leans up against the table, and continues to review the list.]
Is Mr. Stark or Mr. Ellis to be your smith? Or should we take applications?
Mr. Stark. Or he will have a recommendation at least for the sake of the prototype, I'm certain. Should we find ourselves in the position to make more than that— well, then I suppose we might have to find all manner of people with which to do it.
[Here, a sudden pause. It's notable only on behalf of her usual momentum.]
You should be made aware, Monsieur, that the Provost evidently may not approve. As we agreed, I have yet to say anything at all to him about the project but it seems— Well, I hardly know. Only that whatever we eventually say to him may need to be different than simply showing our work. I mention it only as at this stage, we might be suited best to avoid being overly reliant on Riftwatch for any particular resource.
Good. Because if anything, you have inspired me further. If it is done without the knowledge of the provost--who, incidentally, I consider to be rather self-important for having given himself that title, among other offenses--then I am for it. Fortunately for us all, my counsel has very little say upon my feelings. I feel them for myself and I am the final word in all of my decisions.
[Somehow, that feels like a win. Maybe spite is good for a few more royals from the de Foncé estate.]
If you must. Now, as to the question of alternative sources of funding, Monsieur. Surely you didn't come here only to tell me that they must be secured. You must have some idea as to the direction in which we might look in.
No: I came here to tell you the state of my contributions to this project, and what my solicitor had advised.
[He tucks the list into an inner pocket.]
If you are asking me to brainstorm for ideas with you, for how we might raise funds, I am happy to do so, but I will expect to be fed. Or at least a drink, mademoiselle. One cannot do any serious thinking, academic or otherwise, without a drink to inspire. Do you not agree?
[Her mouth is already opening, poised to argue, some starting syllable half verbalized before it occurs to her that she does. It's a sour realization; her distaste for it plays obviously there in her face.]
I have something in the kitchen.
[That something is a bottle of rather good (objectively! Her taste in liquor is rather excellent, thank you, and she will sock him in his jaw if he pretends otherwise) brandy and rather less appealing molasses cookies gone just slightly too hard. But he is under no obligation to eat them, Wysteria thinks bitterly as she works her teeth through one.]
I dislike the idea of giving someone else too much ownership over the project. It would be better to raise funds independent of the project.
[Val turns one of the cookies over to look at the back of it. Then he dunks it into his glass brandy and holds it there, to let it soften.]
Research is best served by minds that will not stake claim to it. Of course, the invention of this device will be breathtaking. We should expect some infamy for it. And yet I hate the thought of someone grasping at its plans and smearing them with foolish greed. If we raise the funds by donations, we might remain the projects sole parents.
[Crack. That's the cookie, and not her teeth. Probably.]
We might consider developing some other small project - something to endear ourselves to an interested party who might be willing to fund further efforts without much question.
[To underline the fact that she will need to supply her suggestion first, Val shoves the whole brandy-softened cookie into his mouth. No way to get his input now. She must go first.]
[This is not what she intended to do with her afternoon. It is not, truth be told, a consideration that has even occured to her. He is supposed to be seeing to the funding, and so she has put the question entirely out her mind. There are other issues regarding the management of money weighing on her mind at present.
Wysteria studies the ceiling of the room while she works through her respectably sized bite of cookie. Would that she could simply sell off the most atrocious pieces out of this house.]
Perhaps someone would purchase your essays for publication. [No. Boring. Bad idea. And does nothing to solve the question of diversified funding sources.] I could write to-- a colleague I have. They might have some lead regarding work in need design. We should set our sights on a particular investor and woo them appropriately.
[Val pulls a face at that first suggestion. Excuse.]
I am a scholar, you are aware? So I do not sell my essays. I submit them. [Really. He takes a measured sip of his drink.] What colleague is this? Where did you meet this person?
He is a student of practical engineering. Or was at the time of our meeting; We met at a conference, and have kept in touch. He is now— it is not important. The point is, he is familiar with this sort of thing, and may have leads neither of us do.
[And, just for the record:] Scholars publish books sometimes.
Do you know how much time is involved in the publishing of a book? It is tiring even to consider. I have far too much to do to be bothered with this work and the process. And then there is the people involved. So many of them, all vying to influence the work and clip out pieces of it. It is horrible to consider, like a child cut all to pieces.
And then they must profit from it. Profit. This has little place in a true scholarly work, which is all that I care for. Is your student of practical engineering so principled, or will we deal with a man who sells his brain-children to the highest bidder and turn his back as they are cannibalized for profit?
[Keenly attuned to being outdone, Val can sense danger here. He can't be outdone. But he also can't back down.
Here is the only safe gambit:]
Why you would presume that I know every minor figure to which you have come into contact with is entirely beyond me. And, beyond this, the assumption speaks to your ego, mademoiselle. Which is not flattering. I should be first to tell you this, in case you have not heard from any friend before, and have been going around making a great fool of yourself.
[The line of her mouth grows thinner and thinner as he speaks, but for once in their considerably troubled-- friendship is not the word no matter what he says otherwise, though in this exact instance she finds herself warming magnificently to the whole concept-- whatever it is, she is quite obviously in no hurry to interrupt him. In fact, each subsequent syllable seems to brighten her by degrees until she is downright incandescent with bottled glee.]
Well, [she says at last, taking a prim sip from her glass. It's a difficult feat because she is trying not to smile with every single one of her teeth, but she manages so heroically that it only adds to her self-satisfaction.] As you say, it's hardly important.
Then do not ask. It really makes no difference to me, Monsieur. [She relishes taking a snapping bite from her biscuit; never mind the significant work it requires of her teeth.] Now, I will write Mr Brown directly and see whether he has any advice for us. In the mean time, you will organize your papers into some semblance of order, and between the two of us we will find some way forward. I am quite committed to the whole idea, de Foncé.
[OH rEALLY IT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE is the face Val makes at her. He stays right where he is, arms folded over his chest.]
I will find out. Without you.
[Just saying. Now he stops with that posture, and takes a final sip of brandy, finishing it all.]
If you are committed to the idea, mademoiselle, I suggest you refrain from telling me what to do with my papers. I have managed them this long without your guidance. I expect to be able to continue in this way. With truly professional assistance, of course. Do give my best to this Mr. Brown, whatever he is.
[Such is the extent of her bliss - and how truly perfect it is! There is simply no arrangement of circumstances in which the matter resolves itself in a way that is not wholly satisfactory! -, that poor Mr. Brown's reputation is left undefended. She is not even put out by the threat to her own professionalism; in this mood, even she might agree the descriptor would questionable at best, and utterly inapplicable by default. She does not possess even a single certificate of education, either here or in Kalvad.]
I will. And naturally I will keep you informed should he have any valuable suggestion for us. And should you ever like the opinion of a layman on your work - which I rather doubt you do, but let us say that I'm curious how far your alleged expertise is meant to extend -, I would be most delighted to read your papers.
[With a cheerful smile, Wysteria downs the remaining contents of her own glass and sets it aside.]
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A separate sheet of paper is produced and offered in trade for whatever scrap he's claimed.]
Here is the new list of components. The new design will require some additional smithing work not indicated in the initial drawings and I have yet to refine the exact shape, but I believe with these we may successfully avoid questions of either having to re-glyph the weapon, or risk the whole project losing its use should I suddenly disappear back into the Fade. So as to the question of funding, perhaps you might begin first by telling your counsel that the project has secured some newfound stability which was not present last week.
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We must ask the Fade not to take you. It would be a loss to the project. But it is very foresighted of you--no unfinished works! You are an example to us all. I should leave right now and finish the four papers that sit half-complete, and make a summary of some of my more current research.
[Would that she would be so lucky because: he doesn't leave. Instead he leans up against the table, and continues to review the list.]
Is Mr. Stark or Mr. Ellis to be your smith? Or should we take applications?
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[Here, a sudden pause. It's notable only on behalf of her usual momentum.]
You should be made aware, Monsieur, that the Provost evidently may not approve. As we agreed, I have yet to say anything at all to him about the project but it seems— Well, I hardly know. Only that whatever we eventually say to him may need to be different than simply showing our work. I mention it only as at this stage, we might be suited best to avoid being overly reliant on Riftwatch for any particular resource.
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Are you attempting to dissuade me from participating, by telling me this of the Provost?
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I am merely intimating the need for caution, should that affect the opinion of your counsellors.
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[He folds the list in half and holds it up.]
I will take this with me.
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If you must. Now, as to the question of alternative sources of funding, Monsieur. Surely you didn't come here only to tell me that they must be secured. You must have some idea as to the direction in which we might look in.
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[He tucks the list into an inner pocket.]
If you are asking me to brainstorm for ideas with you, for how we might raise funds, I am happy to do so, but I will expect to be fed. Or at least a drink, mademoiselle. One cannot do any serious thinking, academic or otherwise, without a drink to inspire. Do you not agree?
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I have something in the kitchen.
[That something is a bottle of rather good (objectively! Her taste in liquor is rather excellent, thank you, and she will sock him in his jaw if he pretends otherwise) brandy and rather less appealing molasses cookies gone just slightly too hard. But he is under no obligation to eat them, Wysteria thinks bitterly as she works her teeth through one.]
I dislike the idea of giving someone else too much ownership over the project. It would be better to raise funds independent of the project.
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[Val turns one of the cookies over to look at the back of it. Then he dunks it into his glass brandy and holds it there, to let it soften.]
Research is best served by minds that will not stake claim to it. Of course, the invention of this device will be breathtaking. We should expect some infamy for it. And yet I hate the thought of someone grasping at its plans and smearing them with foolish greed. If we raise the funds by donations, we might remain the projects sole parents.
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We might consider developing some other small project - something to endear ourselves to an interested party who might be willing to fund further efforts without much question.
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[To underline the fact that she will need to supply her suggestion first, Val shoves the whole brandy-softened cookie into his mouth. No way to get his input now. She must go first.]
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Wysteria studies the ceiling of the room while she works through her respectably sized bite of cookie. Would that she could simply sell off the most atrocious pieces out of this house.]
Perhaps someone would purchase your essays for publication. [No. Boring. Bad idea. And does nothing to solve the question of diversified funding sources.] I could write to-- a colleague I have. They might have some lead regarding work in need design. We should set our sights on a particular investor and woo them appropriately.
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I am a scholar, you are aware? So I do not sell my essays. I submit them. [Really. He takes a measured sip of his drink.] What colleague is this? Where did you meet this person?
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[And, just for the record:] Scholars publish books sometimes.
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And then they must profit from it. Profit. This has little place in a true scholarly work, which is all that I care for. Is your student of practical engineering so principled, or will we deal with a man who sells his brain-children to the highest bidder and turn his back as they are cannibalized for profit?
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[Now there is a man with principles cut to pieces. She scoffs into her brandy.]
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Just how many scholars do you claim to know?
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Hold on.
Wysteria lowers her glass. There is a briefly thrilled reptilian intensity to her study of him.]
Do you not know who Byerly Rutyer is?
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Here is the only safe gambit:]
Why you would presume that I know every minor figure to which you have come into contact with is entirely beyond me. And, beyond this, the assumption speaks to your ego, mademoiselle. Which is not flattering. I should be first to tell you this, in case you have not heard from any friend before, and have been going around making a great fool of yourself.
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Well, [she says at last, taking a prim sip from her glass. It's a difficult feat because she is trying not to smile with every single one of her teeth, but she manages so heroically that it only adds to her self-satisfaction.] As you say, it's hardly important.
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Val folds his arms over his chest. His cup of brandy is still in his hand. It sloshes dangerously, but does not spill.]
You want me to ask. Again. But I will not ask.
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I will find out. Without you.
[Just saying. Now he stops with that posture, and takes a final sip of brandy, finishing it all.]
If you are committed to the idea, mademoiselle, I suggest you refrain from telling me what to do with my papers. I have managed them this long without your guidance. I expect to be able to continue in this way. With truly professional assistance, of course. Do give my best to this Mr. Brown, whatever he is.
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I will. And naturally I will keep you informed should he have any valuable suggestion for us. And should you ever like the opinion of a layman on your work - which I rather doubt you do, but let us say that I'm curious how far your alleged expertise is meant to extend -, I would be most delighted to read your papers.
[With a cheerful smile, Wysteria downs the remaining contents of her own glass and sets it aside.]
Will that be all for now, Monsieur?
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