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"My friend!" said the Bear, slapping both his hands on his knees, "by my ears and eyeballs, it is good to see you!"
But that soft hand hadn't belonged to Olefsky, who was seated on Xris's left. Xris glanced over to his right, saw Rowan. Her face was averted. Her cheeks were stained crimson. Her hands were now clasped in her lap.
Xris turned back to peer bleary-eyed at Olefsky.
"The king?" The words came out a parched croak.
"Fine, laddie, fine. The Peacock and the Small One acted with enormous courage and much good sense." "Are they okay?"
"The Peacock suffered two broken ribs and"--the Bear winked--"much damage to his fancy feathers. I think that bothered him most. But, or so I understand. Her Majesty the Queen has been most helpful in repairs." "The queen?" Xris was perplexed.
"A long story and one that I am certain the Peacock will want to tell you. Suffice it to say that the assassin was killed, his heinous weapon destroyed." "Warden, wasn't it?"
"A snake in man's skin," Olefsky said grimly. "No disparagement to the noble reptile family."
Xris nodded tiredly. "I figured as much---right before I passed out. It made sense. He had the necessary contacts in the Navy and in the government, access to the king. It made sense."
He started automatically to reach for a twist with his right hand. Pain shot through his arm, radiated from his shoulder
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