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. Vialle's trying to avoid a conflict here."
"There won't be any conflict," Luke said. "Look, I've known Dalt since
we were kids, and I think he's bluffing. He does that sometimes. He hasn't
got the kind of force to risk another attack on Amber. Your guys would
slaughter him. If he wants Mom or me, I think he'd be willing to tell me
why, and that's what we want to find out, isn't it?"
"Well, yes," I said. "But-"
"Let me go," he said to Vialle, "and I'll find a way to get him off
your back. I promise."
"You tempt me," she told him. "But I don't like your talk of settling
accounts with him at this time. As Merlin said, I want to avoid this
conflict-for more than one reason."
"I promise not to let it go that far," he stated. "I can read the dice.
I'm good at playing things by ear. I'm willing to postpone gratification."
"Merlin . . . ?" she said.
"He's right, in that," I answered. "He's the deadliest salesman in the
southwest."
"I'm afraid I don't understand the concept."
"It's a highly specialized art, back on that Shadow Earth we both
inhabited. In fact, he's using it on you right now."
"Do you think he can do what he says?"
"I think he's very good at getting what he wants."
"Exactly," Luke observed. "And since we both want the same thing here,
I think the future looks bright for all of us
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