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. "I never allow
them kender in here, but they slip in sometimes when I'm
not watchful."
Lady Ilys gave the man a glacial look and dropped only
three silver coins in his palm. The man was too flustered to
protest. He bowed and backed away. Soren hoisted two
bags on his shoulders and went up the steps, chuckling.
The room was small, and the beds were stacked one
above the other. Sturm was delighted and climbed nimbly
up the ladder to the top bunk.
"We will need more money for the voyage," Soren said.
"May I have my lady's approval to sell the cart for what it
will bring?"
"Nuitari too?" asked Sturm, aghast. Soren nodded
curtly.
"See to it, Sergeant. We shall not stir till your return,"
said Lady Ilys.
It was long dark before Soren came back. He thumped
on the door. Mistress Carin admitted him. Soren bore a
wide trencher of food. He'd intercepted the innkeeper's wife
on the stair and taken the heavy platter off her hands. Soren
set the trencher down on the lone table and announced, "We
have a ship."
Sturm stabbed a slab of boiled mutton with his knife. A
stern look from his mother froze him at once.
"What ship? And where bound?" asked Lady Ilys.
"The good ship SKELTER is bound directly for
Abanasinia and the Hartshorn River," said Soren
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