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"Sorry." She untwisted the chain nimbly, then dropped it
over Graym's neck. "There."
The medallion was a small shield with a single piece of
black opal in the shape of an axe. Graym looked down at it.
"It was brave, your coming here when you were
embarrassed. Thank you, Miss. I'll keep this."
"Until he gets hungry," Darll said bluntly, "then he'll sell
it. He'll have to."
Rhael ignored the mercenary. "Why not stay in
Graveside?" she asked. She touched the medallion. "To fill
the office that goes with this."
"Office?" Graym said blankly, opening his eyes.
"Of Protector," Rhael said. On impulse, she kissed his
cheek. "Please take it. Your men, too. You'll have food and
lodging, and we know we can trust you."
Graym stared bemusedly at her. "Me, a law officer?"
He turned to Darll. "Would I be any good, sir?"
"Unless you rob them, you can't do worse than the last
one they had." He looked at the dangling chain. "I suppose
you'll put me in jail there?"
Graym sighed. "Can't do it, now that I'm their Protector.
Wouldn't be right, would it, sir? I mean, you're their war
hero and all."
He frowned, concentrating, then smiled and slapped
Darll on the back. "You can go, sir. It's all right. You're
pardoned."
Darll's jaw fell and he goggled at Graym. "You're
pardoning me?"
"First offense, like you said, sir. You've matured since
then. Probably be an upstanding citizen of Graveside." He
puckered his brow, thinking, and suddenly brightened. "You
could stay and be my military advisor
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