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Khalad thrust his head out of the turret at the corner of the battlements and beckoned to his lord

‘Will you excuse o put on nal Kalten that it’s ti room with the others?’

‘What’s this?’ Sarabian asked

‘We don’t want the starts, Sarabian,’ the queen s that they’re locked in the dining room’

‘You Elenes are the most cold-blooded people in the world,’ Sarabian accused as Sparhawk moved off down the parapet toward the turret where Khalad aiting with the suit of black armour

When he returned about ten minutes later, he was dressed in steel He found Ehlana talking earnestly with Sarabian ‘Can’t you talk with her?’ she was saying ‘The poor young e of hysteria’

‘Why doesn’t he just do what she wants him to? Once they’ve entertained each other, she’ll lose interest’

‘Sir Berit’s a very young knight, Sarabian His ideals haven’t been tarnished yet Why doesn’t she chase after Sir Kalten or Sir Ulath? They’d be happy to oblige her’

‘Sir Berit’s a challenge to Elysoun, Ehlana Nobody’s ever turned her down before’

‘Doesn’t her rahtest It doesn’t reallyin her culture, you see Her people look upon it as a pleasant but unimportant pastinificance on it’

‘Can’t you make her put some clothes on?’

‘Why? She’s not asha it with people Be honest, Ehlana, don’t you find her quite attractive?’

‘I think you’d have to ask my husband about that’

‘You don’t really expect me to answer that kind of question, do you?’ Sparhawk said He looked out over the battlements ‘Our friends out there seem to have found their way to the palace coan to streauards are supposed to stop the their orders froed

‘Where’s the Atan Garrison then?’