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. Benedict stood in the midst of
activity, peering at his thumbnail through a rifle barrel. He looked up
immediately and our eyes met. Perhaps a dozen men moved about him, carrying
weapons, cleaning weapons, stacking weapons.
"I thought you were in Kashfa," I said.
"Was," he replied.
I gave him a chance to continue, but nothing was forthcoming. Benedict
has never been noted for loquacity.
"Looks like you're getting ready for something close to home," I
remarked, knowing that gunpowder was useless here and that the special ammo
we had only worked in the area of Amber and certain adjacent kingdoms.
"Always best to be safe," he said.
"Would you care to elaborate on that?" I asked.
"Not now," he answered, a reply twice as long as I'd anticipated and
holding out hope of future enlightenment.
"Should we all be digging in?" I asked: "Fortifying the town? Arming
ourselves? Raising-"
"It won't come to that," he said. "Just go on about your business."
"But-"
He turned away. I'd a feeling the conversation was over. I was sure of
it when he ignored my next several questions. I shrugged and turned back to
Bill.
"Let's go eat," I said.
As we walked back up the hall, Bill said softly, "Any;:: idea what it
means?"
"Dalt's in the neighborhood," I told him.
"Benedict was in Begma with Random. Dalt could be causing trouble
there
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