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In the end, Moran gratefully accepted Rakiel's offer to
write the requests to release funds. Rakiel's help almost, but
not quite, made up for the cleric's sour I-told-you-so smile.
"Breaking and entering should be a handy skill for the
boy's future. Tell me, can the treasury really afford to train
a bastard AND a vandal?"
"The treasury," Moran snapped, "could afford to
replace the entire manor."
"Really. Just with the funds available to you?" Rakiel
raised an eyebrow, not believing. "Well, let's hope Tarli
isn't that ambitious."
*****
Rakiel moved a spy across the grid. "So what are they
calling him?"
Moran munched a breakfast roll. " 'Kender Stew.' They
claim he's not human." He moved a footman, casually
speared the spy. "They've hung his pack above his reach,
and they call him an animal and chain him up. I'm not
supposed to know."
Rakiel stared at him, shocked.
Moran buttered another roll. "Oh, and the tall one,
Steyan, is 'Mount Nevermind.' Night before last, they
sawed partway through his bed legs and, when his bed
broke, made him stay up fixing it. Maglion, the fat one, is
'Gully Gut.' They make him eat table scraps and pretend
that he's part gully dwarf and that they're doing him a
favor
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