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. 'You can't forget what you never knew,
Flint!" he blurted at last. "I never heard the stories like you
did, not from Father. And all that was over three hundred
years ago!" Bernhard seemed almost relieved to have said it.
Flint's expression softened somewhat.
Fidelia did not wait for her brother to get around to her.
"Frankly, I'm for whatever makes me money," she said, sen-
sually running her hands down her tailored leather apron, a
far cry from the coarse cloth their mother had been accus-
tomed to wearing. "I like to think that we're getting back
from Thorbardin a little of what's been owed us - payment
for all these years of poverty."
Flint rubbed his face wearily. It was obvious that he did
not know his family at all. He looked at his closest sibling.
"And how about you, Ruberik? At least you don't seem to
think much of derro."
Ruberik appeared to be giving the discussion great
thought. "No, I don't, and I haven't forgotten the Great Be-
trayal either, Flint. I would not have approved the agree-
ment if asked, but I wasn't. The council, with the support of
the majority of the citizens, made the decision
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