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. "He misses his white linen sheets and mama
tucking him in at night. But I expected better of you, Sturm
Majere."
"Oh, I've no objection," Sturm said easily, sliding off his
horse and beginning to untie his pack. "I was just making
an observation. We don't have much choice anyway," he
added, withdrawing a small leather pouch and shaking it.
Where there should have been the ring of steel coins, there
was only a dismal clunk. "No linen sheets tonight, Palin,"
he said, grinning at his younger brother, who remained
seated disconsolately upon his horse. "Think of tomorrow
night, though - staying at Castle Uth Wistan, the guests of
Lord Gunthar. Not only white linen but probably rose petals
strewn about the bed as well."
"I don't expect white linen," Palin returned, nettled. "In
fact, bed sheets at all would be a pleasant change! And I'd
prefer sleeping in a bed where the mattress wasn't alive!"
Irritably, he scratched himself under the white robes.
"A warrior must get used to such things," Tanin said in
his worldly wise Elder Brother voice that made Palin long
to toss him in the horse trough. "If you are attacked by
nothing worse than bedbugs on your first quest, you may
count yourself lucky
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