Bahorel's smile is for somewhere far beyond the current conversation.
"Ah, so many reasons. To know the city. To hear her speaking, the voices of the people, and their silence at night; to learn her shape and the feel of her in the dark. To find a friend in the shadows where you expected an enemy, or find an enemy and become friends, when the nights made that possible."
He looks towards the ceiling again, not seeing it, one arm up to sketch out the remembered shapes of another life. "To watch the shadows take the walls at sunset, or the light take them in the morning; to learn the patterns of the people in the street in the lighter hours. To feel the Paris falling asleep around you, and going into her own dream, and being a waking part of it-- ah!"
He laughs. " --Or to steal a measure on the good officers of the law, and do things that Respectable people would stop when the light gave them courage to get out of their houses-- that, too." It was all the same, all for the life and love and liberty of home.
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"Ah, so many reasons. To know the city. To hear her speaking, the voices of the people, and their silence at night; to learn her shape and the feel of her in the dark. To find a friend in the shadows where you expected an enemy, or find an enemy and become friends, when the nights made that possible."
He looks towards the ceiling again, not seeing it, one arm up to sketch out the remembered shapes of another life. "To watch the shadows take the walls at sunset, or the light take them in the morning; to learn the patterns of the people in the street in the lighter hours. To feel the Paris falling asleep around you, and going into her own dream, and being a waking part of it-- ah!"
He laughs. " --Or to steal a measure on the good officers of the law, and do things that Respectable people would stop when the light gave them courage to get out of their houses-- that, too." It was all the same, all for the life and love and liberty of home.