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. "I'd so wanted Rinaldo to acquire more of the courtly
graces, rather than doing rude things on horseback much of the time," she
continued, glancing at Mandor and granting him a small smile. "In this, I
was disappointed. Do you have s something stronger than water?"
"Yes," I replied, and I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured some into
a goblet for her. I glanced at Mandor and at the bottle then, but he shook
his head. "But you have to admit he did well in that track meet against
UCLA, in his sophomore year," I said, not to let her put him down
completely. "A certain amount of that comes from the more vigorous side of
life."
She smiled as she accepted the drink.
"Yes. He broke a world record that day. I can still see him passing
over the final hurdle."
"You were there?"
"Oh, yes. I attended all of your meets. I even watched you run," she
said. "Not bad."
She sipped the wine. .
"Would you like me to send for a meal for you?" I asked.
"No, I'm not really hungry. We were talking about truth a little while
ago. . . ."
"So we were. I gather there had been some sorcerous exchange back at
the Keep, between you and Mask-"
"Mask?" she said.
"The blue-masked sorcerer who rules there now."
"Oh, yes. Quite."
"I do have the story right, don't I?"
"Yes, but the encounter was more than a little traumatic
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