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. As Moldoon had predicted, Hildy was bring-
ing more kegs from the brewery. For a brief second his mood
brightened at the sight of the frawl, but then he sullenly re-
minded himself of Hildy's subtle hints and not-too-subtle
encouragements to apply himself to some endeavor - any
endeavor, to use her own words - more useful than sitting
at Moldoon's bar. Feeling positively childish, Basalt got up
from the steps and ducked around the corner so that he
would not be seen.
His humiliation told him to slip down the alley and keep
walking, but his heart told him something else, something
that held his stride in midstep. Closing his eyes, Basalt
leaned against the nearest wall and wondered, through his
cloud of ale, why he wanted to flee in panic from someone
he had known and been friends with all his life. Indeed, he
remembered with a twisted smile, Hildy had given him his
first - and only - kiss.
"Reorx curse it!" he growled, scowling at the darkness of
the world. Shaking his head to clear it, he stepped back
around the corner just as Hildy reined in the horses before
Moldoon's.
"Hello, fair brewer's daughter," he said with a gallant
bow
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