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. Clearly a citizen of Thor-
bardin, he yet had no definable status except that of or-
phan and common worker.
But now Jilian was worried. He had simply disap-
peared, and no one had seen him. And when she had
asked her father to make inquiries, old Firestoke just
sneered and said, "Good riddance. He's nothing but an
upstart who's never learned his place."
She would have argued with her father, except for the
arrival of that bunch of rough-looking armsmen who
were waiting to see him on some sort of business and
wouldn't go away until they had. By the time they were
gone, Jilian's anger at her father had jelled. She didn't
want to argue with him. She didn't want to talk to him at
all. In fact, she had hardly seen him since the incident,
having gone about her own business and staying out of
his sight when he was at home.
Until today.
With communication at a minimum in the Firestoke
quarters, certain necessities such as paying the tap fees
and keeping the larder stocked - things Jilian normally
did - had piled up so that she had to do something about
it or face such problems as late penalties on water and oil
bills. So she had gone to her father's chamber for the
money she needed, and found that he was away on busi-
ness.
For the first time in months Jilian had opened the old
dwarf's private locker
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