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. "I beg
you. Come to the village of Tambor. I need help
desperately. Please"
Solinari lifted full above the horizon, and the doll fell
silent. Matya's eyes glimmered as she stared at it calculatingly.
"An enchanted doll!" she said to herself. "Why, it is worth
a king's ransom."
"Do you believe my tale now?" Trevarre asked, a slight
smile beneath his mousy moustache.
Matya nodded. "I believe you." She was glad to believe
in him, too, but she didn't tell him that.
"I have something to ask of you," the knight said. "It
appears my legs are set on betraying me. I cannot journey to
Tambor on foot, but your wagon could carry me. Take me
there, Matya. Take me to Tambor, please."
"And what would I gain for my trouble?" Matya asked
coolly.
Trevarre reached inside the collar of his woolen cloak
and undid the clasp. He held it out to her. "Will this do?"
The clasp was fashioned of finely wrought silver, inlaid
with pearl and lapis lazuli. Matya appraised it with a
practiced eye. The jewel obviously was quite valuable. By
any measure, the trade would be a good one, but it was not
enough.
"Give me the doll as well," Matya said crisply, "then I
will take you to Tambor."
Trevarre gazed at her for a long moment, but Matya did
not so much as blink. Finally he laughed. "You drive a hard
bargain, I see. It appears I have little choice but to accept.
Very well, I will give you the doll - but only after we reach
Tambor."
"Agreed," Matya said, her eyes flashing. She took the
jeweled clasp from his outstretched hand and spirited it
away to a pocket in her dress
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