Lang, Douglas (Contractor) wrote: >Would this do? > >"Chreotha's Bend was a section of rich river-bottom country lying twenty miles southeast of Adrilankha. Hill-cradled and remote, definite yet without boundaries, straddling into two duchies and owning allegiance to neither, it had been the original grant and site of a tremendous pre-Interregnum plantation, the ruins of which - the gutted shell of an enormous house with its fallen stables and servant quarters and overgrown gardens and brick terraces and promenades - were still known as the Old Chreotha's place, although the original boundaries now existed only on old faded records in the Duke's office in the county courthouse in Adrilankha, and even some of the once-fertile fields had long since reverted to the Jhereg-infested cane-and-cypress jungle from which their first master had hewn them. From a little after two oclock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead afternoon in the month of the Tsalmoth they sat in which Lady Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that - a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for six hundred and forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that light and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the furnace shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Vlad Norathar thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them." > > > That's borrowing ;-) Snarkhunter