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"Ah! That fragile, perishable item-the truth," she said. "When it
surfaces so quickly there is usually a claustrophobia of circumstance. What
is it that you want of me?"
I held my smile.
"It is good to appreciate circumstance," I said.
"I appreciate the fact that I am in Amber and alive and not occupying a
cell, with two gentlemen behaving in a conciliatory fashion. I also
appreciate the fact that I am not in the straits my most recent memories
indicate I should occupy. And I have you to thank for my deliverance?"
"Yes."
"Somehow I doubt it was a matter of altruism on your part."
"I did it for Rinaldo. He tried getting you out once and got clobbered.
Then I figured a way that might work, and I tried it. It did."
Her facial muscles tightened at the mention of her son's name. I'd
decided she'd prefer hearing the one she'd given him, rather than "Luke."
"Is he all right?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, hoping it were so.
"Then why is he not present?"
"He's off somewhere with Dalt. I'm not sure as to his location. But-"
Nayda made a small noise just then, and we glanced her way. But she did
not stir. Mandor gave me an inquiring look, but I shook my head slightly. I
did not want her roused just then.
"Bad influence, that barbarian," Jasra observed, choking again and
taking another drink
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