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"I've made an enemy," the boy said.
Moran nodded. "Only one?"
A grin flickered across Tarli's tired face. "Saliak is the
best-liked boy in Xak Tsaroth. Maybe in the world. His
father hosts his own festival in autumn. His father and
grandfather were both knights."
For just a moment, Tarli sagged. "I wonder what that
feels like, to have a father so important that everyone
respects you before you even do anything."
He left the courtyard, swinging the stick on the thong.
Moran stared after him, aching inside.
*****
THEY WALKED THROUGH THE MARKET BY
EVENING, LORAINE TUGGING ON HIS HAND. THEY
LOOKED MORE LIKE FATHER AND DAUGHTER THAN
LOVERS. FROM TIME TO TIME, A BREEZE WOULD
SWEEP THE MARKETPLACE, AND SHE WOULD
CAREFULLY, ALMOST PRIMLY, PAT HER BEAUTIFUL
HAIR IN PLACE OVER HER EARS. MORAN LOVED
WATCHING HER.
HE ENJOYED TELLING HER ABOUT THE MARKET'S
VARIOUS WARES. "THAT GADGET, THAT'S
GNOMEWARE FROM MOUNT NEVERMIND... IT'S
PROBABLY ILLEGAL TO SELL IT, AND IT'S CERTAINLY
DANGEROUS. THAT AXE, THE DWARVES USE THOSE
UP NORTH TO CUT FIREWOOD. THE BLADES'LL
LAST A DWARFS LIFETIME, LET ALONE OURS. THAT
HAMMOCK, THAT'S MADE BY NET WEAVERS FROM
Tarsis
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