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. "How pleasant!''
"Hello," Llewella said. "Come and join us. We're anxious to hear what
you've been doing."
I drew a chair up to the far side of the table and seated myself.
Michael came over and laid a fresh setting before me. I thought about it
quickly. Anything Vialle heard would doubtless get back to Random. So I gave
them a somewhat edited version of recent events-leaving out all references
to Mandor, Fiona, and anything having to do with the Courts. It made for a
considerably shorter story and let me get to my food sooner.
"Everybody's been so busy lately," Llewella remarked. when I'd finished
talking. "It almost makes me feel guilty."
I studied the delicate green of her more-than-olive complexion; her
full lips, her large catlike eyes.
"But not quite," she added.
"Where are they all, anyway?" I asked. "Gerard," she said, "is down
seeing to harbor forti- fications, and Julian is in command of the army,
which has now been equipped with some firearms and is set to defend the
approaches to Kolvir.".
"You mean Dalt has something in the field already? Coming this way?"
She shook her head. "No, it was a precautionary measure," she replied,
"because of that message from Luke. Dalt's force had not actually been
sighted."
"Does anyone even know where he is?" I asked..
"Not yet," she answered, "but we're expecting some intelligence on that
soon
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