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"That is a secret I do not care to share just now." she explained.
"Suffice it to say I have a means of spotchecking your veracity."
"It's not relevant," I said. "It will just confuse the issue. That's
why I omitted it."
"You said you'd give me the whole afternoon."
"All right, lady," I agreed, and I did.
She bit her lip while I told her about Jurt and the zombies, and she
licked idly at the beads of blood that appeared thereafter.
"What are you going to do about him?" she asked suddenly.
"That's my problem," I said then. "I promised you the afternoon, not my
memoirs and survival plans."
"It's just that. . . . Remember, I offered to try to help you?"
"What do you mean? Do you think you can nail Jurt for me? I've got news
for you: He's practically a candidate for godhood at the moment."
"What do you mean by `godhood'?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"It would take most of the night to tell you this story properly, and
we don't have the time, not if I'm going to start looking for Coral soon.
Just let me finish with the business about the Pattern, will you?"
"Go ahead."
I did, and she showed no surprise whatsoever at the matter of her
sister's paternity. I was going to question her as to her lack of reaction.
Then I said, the hell with it. She's done what I wanted, and I did what I
promised
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