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. "No hitches?"
"None. We talked and returned."
"When was this?"
"Around sundown. "
"Did he seem to be a man in a normal state of mind?"
"I'd say. I count a certain arrogant posturing and a few insults toward
Amber as normal for Dalt."
"Understandable," Luke said. "And he wanted me or my mother, or both?
And failing to get us, he threatened to attack?"
"Yes."
"Did he give any indication as to why he wants us?"
"None," Julian replied.
Luke took a sip of his wine.
"Did he specify whether he wanted us dead or alive?" he asked.
"Yes. He wants you alive," Julian answered.
"What are your impressions?"
"If I give you to him, I'm rid of you," Julian said. "If I spit in his
eye and take him on in battle, I'm rid
of him. Either way, I come out ahead."
Then his gaze moved to the wine cup, which Luke had picked up with his
left hand, and for an instant his eyes widened. I realized he had just then
noticed that Luke was wearing Vialle's ring.
"It looks as if I get to kill Dalt, anyway," he concluded.
"By impressions," Luke went on, unperturbed. "I meant, do you believe
he will really attack? Do you have any idea where he came from? Any
indication where he might be headed when he leaves here-if he leaves?"
Julian swirled his wine in his cup.
"I have to go under the assumption that he means what he says and plans
to attack
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