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. "Yes, Excel-
lency," he stammered, "I have yet to tell you that he was
stealing something of yours. He was trying to break into
your personal warrens."
Pitrick was puzzled. This incident was of small conse-
quence by any account. The warrens were Thorbardin's ma-
jor food production area, and Aghar sneaked in to steal
things from time to time. They took garbage, mostly, so
stealing food was unusual, but it hardly required his per-
sonal attention.
Yet his chambers were growing cold, and his mind was
wandering. A bit of sport with an Aghar might be uplifting,
Pitrick thought. "You may go,' he said to the guard and
slammed the door in his face.
Taking a deep breath, Pitrick touched his ring while pic-
turing the guardpost at the edge of the North Warren. By the
time he exhaled, he stood at that very guardpost.
"Well? Where is the duty officer?" Several startled guards
stepped backward, away from the sudden apparition, and
snatched up their weapons. Immediately afterward, they
recognized the thane's adviser and snapped to attention. A
sergeant stepped forward and waved his hand speechlessly,
indicating the direction to the duty officer
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