Kacey sat on her workbench, carefully drawing a sharp-bladed knife along the curve of a thin, flat circle of wood. A thin curl followed the line of the knife and finally fell away. Kacey set down the knife and ran the pad of her thumb over the corrected curve. The biscuit would slot into place between two planks of wood and help to hold them joined. She set it down on top of a short stack of similarly formed circles of wood.
Dark brown eyes were drowning in shadows as she looked without seeing at the next blank. Her expression was calm, even peaceful-seeming, if it weren?t for those eyes. Finally, mechanically, she moved and picked up the small, thin square of wood with an oval drawn in pencil on its surface. The small, sharp knife cut through the fine grain easily, taking off the excess with only a few motions.
Eventually the oval joined the stack of biscuit joins. Kacey looked at the remaining stack of blanks and then shook her head, swinging her leg over the workbench so she could stand. Slow steps took her over to the wall where the lumber was racked. Finally she turned away from the wood without so much as touching it and moved to the shave horse. A square billet was set, ready to be drawn to near-round. The pole-lathe nearby looked almost forlorn as it waited for the next step in the process.
About to settle down on the shave horse, Kacey paused at the knock on the small door that served as a front entrance. She opened the door cautiously, her left hand hidden and resting on the hilt of the long knife she now carried everywhere. When she saw the plump, red face looking at her with a cheerful grin, the caution seemed to vanish and her hand moved away from the dagger?s hilt.
Her smile was warmly welcoming, her voice said that the man was an old and trusted friend, and her eyes never lost their look of bleak shadows. Kacey opened the door to allow in the man. ?Mr. Daley, how good to see you. Are you here to see the progress of your desk and chair?? The well-dressed man entered, only an inch or two taller than Kacey, and beamed at her happily. He was heavy-set, but the well-tailored clothing he wore minimized his paunch.
Without waiting for his answer she led him towards a desk that was almost completed, and the pieces of a chair laid out for assembly. Quiet elegance spoke in the lines of the desk. Mr. Daley ran a hand over its surface before he turned to face Kacey with that ever-present smile. ?I wanted to see this, yes, see your progress and ensure it would be done soon. I was thinking of commissioning another piece, as well, another piece. A rocking chair, oak, with a set of initials inlaid into the back. Elegant, yes, you understand elegance. But would you be able to finish it before the first week in July??
Shadow-haunted eyes looked around the shop, the other pieces in progress, and Kacey answered slowly. ?The desk and chair should be done in five days. The second week of July would be better for a rocking chair. Is your need so urgent? Perhaps I can work something out if so.? She wore calmness as a mask and her question bore only polite interest and the concern of a craftsman for her work. Her eyes drifted back to Mr. Daley?s plump red face, which now bore a faint look of unease.
?Ah, well, the second week, that will not do at all, will not. It must be finished, and if you are not there to finish it? No, by the end of the first week it must be done, the first week.? His voice was not as calm as hers, but no change of expression showed on her face, only in her eyes as she took his meaning. The faint smile she was using remained in place as she took him over to her book of plans. Mr. Daley shifted his weight from foot to foot and then began to look over the drawings to find what he wanted.
Kacey stepped back as he examined the large plan book. A faint tremble of her hands was stilled. The faint smile crumbled and fell away, leaving emptiness in its wake, before she took a deep breath and re-donned her mask. When Mr. Daley turned back around to point out to her the design he wanted ? a simple slat-backed rocker ? she was able to speak to him pleasantly and bargain well on the cost of the piece. There was still a long way to go to replenish the funds which had been used to bribe Davarin?s way out of the Holding House.
When Kacey shut the door behind Mr. Daley on his way out, her pleasant smile remained in place. Her mask remained in place; a stranger would never know that Mr. Daley worked in the court system, and that he had just told her the date of her death. A stranger would have thought that nothing was wrong as Kacey crossed back to examine the wood already in stock. A stranger wouldn?t be able to see the deadness that had taken the place of shadows in her eyes.
Dark brown eyes were drowning in shadows as she looked without seeing at the next blank. Her expression was calm, even peaceful-seeming, if it weren?t for those eyes. Finally, mechanically, she moved and picked up the small, thin square of wood with an oval drawn in pencil on its surface. The small, sharp knife cut through the fine grain easily, taking off the excess with only a few motions.
Eventually the oval joined the stack of biscuit joins. Kacey looked at the remaining stack of blanks and then shook her head, swinging her leg over the workbench so she could stand. Slow steps took her over to the wall where the lumber was racked. Finally she turned away from the wood without so much as touching it and moved to the shave horse. A square billet was set, ready to be drawn to near-round. The pole-lathe nearby looked almost forlorn as it waited for the next step in the process.
About to settle down on the shave horse, Kacey paused at the knock on the small door that served as a front entrance. She opened the door cautiously, her left hand hidden and resting on the hilt of the long knife she now carried everywhere. When she saw the plump, red face looking at her with a cheerful grin, the caution seemed to vanish and her hand moved away from the dagger?s hilt.
Her smile was warmly welcoming, her voice said that the man was an old and trusted friend, and her eyes never lost their look of bleak shadows. Kacey opened the door to allow in the man. ?Mr. Daley, how good to see you. Are you here to see the progress of your desk and chair?? The well-dressed man entered, only an inch or two taller than Kacey, and beamed at her happily. He was heavy-set, but the well-tailored clothing he wore minimized his paunch.
Without waiting for his answer she led him towards a desk that was almost completed, and the pieces of a chair laid out for assembly. Quiet elegance spoke in the lines of the desk. Mr. Daley ran a hand over its surface before he turned to face Kacey with that ever-present smile. ?I wanted to see this, yes, see your progress and ensure it would be done soon. I was thinking of commissioning another piece, as well, another piece. A rocking chair, oak, with a set of initials inlaid into the back. Elegant, yes, you understand elegance. But would you be able to finish it before the first week in July??
Shadow-haunted eyes looked around the shop, the other pieces in progress, and Kacey answered slowly. ?The desk and chair should be done in five days. The second week of July would be better for a rocking chair. Is your need so urgent? Perhaps I can work something out if so.? She wore calmness as a mask and her question bore only polite interest and the concern of a craftsman for her work. Her eyes drifted back to Mr. Daley?s plump red face, which now bore a faint look of unease.
?Ah, well, the second week, that will not do at all, will not. It must be finished, and if you are not there to finish it? No, by the end of the first week it must be done, the first week.? His voice was not as calm as hers, but no change of expression showed on her face, only in her eyes as she took his meaning. The faint smile she was using remained in place as she took him over to her book of plans. Mr. Daley shifted his weight from foot to foot and then began to look over the drawings to find what he wanted.
Kacey stepped back as he examined the large plan book. A faint tremble of her hands was stilled. The faint smile crumbled and fell away, leaving emptiness in its wake, before she took a deep breath and re-donned her mask. When Mr. Daley turned back around to point out to her the design he wanted ? a simple slat-backed rocker ? she was able to speak to him pleasantly and bargain well on the cost of the piece. There was still a long way to go to replenish the funds which had been used to bribe Davarin?s way out of the Holding House.
When Kacey shut the door behind Mr. Daley on his way out, her pleasant smile remained in place. Her mask remained in place; a stranger would never know that Mr. Daley worked in the court system, and that he had just told her the date of her death. A stranger would have thought that nothing was wrong as Kacey crossed back to examine the wood already in stock. A stranger wouldn?t be able to see the deadness that had taken the place of shadows in her eyes.