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To accept the compliment was also to accept the slap at
her husband, and that Kyra would not do. She simply
nodded curtly and offered her brother-in-law a chair at the
table.
He was dressed like a prince, but his clothes looked
better than he did. His face was long and sallow, with deep-
set green eyes that gave him a cadaverous, if mesmerizing,
appearance.
As Cheb strutted through the doorway, Seron nervously
glanced out the window into the deepening twilight. Tosch
would not show himself if he saw a third person in the hut;
they had to get rid of Cheb. Assuming, that is, that Tosch
was actually coming.
"You'll be glad I made this surprise visit," Seron's
brother announced grandly, "when you hear what I have to
say. But first - " he dropped his satchel to the floor and
plopped down into the most comfortable chair in the house -
"pour me some ale, girl."
When she returned with a full mug, he winked and said,
"A barmaid never forgets her craft."
Kyra stepped across the room to stand with her hus band.
"You said you had news," she said coolly.
The older man downed the mug of ale in one long
draught. "Good for what ails you," he said. Then he
laughed. "Hey, I made a joke
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