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. "I'm afraid I risked sending two more
Aghar up to the warrens. It took them long enough, but
they managed to find most of what I sent them for without
getting caught. You'll be happy to know that I did not send
them for mossweed - I've broken that habit... I think.
And also, gully dwarf hands never touched the food during
preparation - I made it all myself."
"What a catch - brawn, brains, beauty, and she can
cook," he muttered unconsciously, busy stuffing his mouth.
He listened to his own words and gasped, glancing up
quickly, but Perian, intent on her plate, showed no signs of
having heard him. They ate quickly and in silence, savoring
tastes forgotten in the short week they had been consuming
a tiresome catch-all called gully dwarf stew.
When the last bowl was scraped clean, Flint pushed him-
self back, patting his stomach happily. "Simply marvelous,"
he sighed.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Perian said, standing up. "I
hope you like my next surprise as well." She danced past
Flint and disappeared behind him into the columns of lime-
stone that ran from floor to ceiling opposite the pool
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