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. "And his mother,
Jasra, is something of a sorceress herself."
"Really? I never knew that." Damn! Coming and going. . . . "Well, she'd
learned it somewhere:" "What about his father"
"I can't really say," I replied.
"Did you ever meet him?"
"Only in passing," I said.
A lie could make the matter seem really important if she had even a
small idea as to the truth. So I did the only other thing I could think of.
There was no one seated at the table behind her, and there was nothing
beyond the table but a wall. I wasted one of my spells, with an outof sight
gesture and a single mutter.
The table flipped over as it flew back and crashed against the wall.
The noise was spectacular. There were loud exclamations from several other
patrons, and I leaped to my feet.
"Is everyone all right?" I said, looking about as if for casualties.
"What happened?" she asked me.
"Freak gust of wind or something," I said. "Maybe we'd better be moving
on."
"All right," she said, regarding the debris. "I'm not looking for
trouble."
I tossed some coins onto our table, rose, and headed back outside,
talking the while of anything I could think of to put some distance between
us and the subject. This had the desired effect, because she did not attempt
to retrieve the question.
Continuing our stroll, I headed us in the general direction of West
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