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"Perhaps I should have called you."
"If you encounter her again, do it, and I'll deal with her."
I stared. He seemed to mean it.
"You know what she is?"
"I'll unriddle her," he said, swirling the bright orange beverage in
his glass. "But I've a proposal for you, elegant in its simplicity. I've a
new country place, quite' secluded, with all the amenities. Why not return
to the Courts with me rather than bouncing around from hazard to hazard? Lie
low for a couple of years, enjoy the good life, catch up on your reading.
I'll see that you're well protected. Let everything blow over, then go about
your business in a more peaceful climate."
I took a small sip of the fiery drink.
"No," I said. "What happened to those things you indicated earlier that
you knew and I didn't?"
"Hardly important, if you accept my offer. "
"Even if I were to accept, I'd want to know."
"Bag of worms," he said.
"You listened to my story. I'll listen to yours."
He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, looked up at stars.
"Swayvill is dying," he said.
"He's been doing that for years."
"True, but he's gotten much worse. Some think it has, to do with the
death curse of Eric of Amber. Whatever; I really believe he hasn't much
longer."
"I begin to see. . . ."
"Yes, the struggle for the succession has become more intense
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