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"My honor is reward enough."
Matya sniffed. "This 'Oath and Measure' hardly sounds
practical. It's rather difficult to eat one's honor when one
gets hungry." She paused a moment. Her real interest was in
the doll, but she couldn't think of how to ask about it
without rousing the knight's suspicion. Maybe, if she could
keep him talking about himself, he'd tell her what she
wanted to know. "And how is it you came to hear this plea
for help, Knight? How do you know it's not simply a trick
to lure you into a den of robbers?"
"I know." The crooked smile touched Trevarre's lips
once again. "By this, I know." He slipped the porcelain doll
from the leather pouch.
Matya was thrilled. She had not thought to get another
glimpse so easily. Seeing it closely now, Matya realized the
doll was even more beautiful than she had thought. She
clasped her hands behind her back so she would not be
tempted to reach out and touch its smooth surface.
"Passing fair, would you not say?" Trevarre said softly.
Matya could only nod. "It is a most remarkable thing. I
came upon it some days ago, by the banks of a stream that
flows from the mountains. It lay in a small boat woven of
rushes, caught in a snag by the shore." He slipped the
figurine back into its pouch. "By it, I learned of a maiden
who lives in a village called Tambor. She is in dire need.
The code of the Measure is most clear on this. I must go to
her."
Matya raised an eyebrow. It was a peculiar tale. She
guessed Trevarre had stolen the doll and simply was
making up the story
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