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A friend of Laeth's leaned over from a nearby table and said sadly, "Poor Jard
was never the same."

"Remember what she did to Lothar?" added another man, shaking his head.

"Took us three days to find all the pieces so that we could bury him,"
commented one of Laeth's fellow lieutenants, a stocky, bald man with a friendly
face. He leaned closer and said softly, "But then, Lothar tried to kiss her."

Rialla was still laughing when they found a small table that was unoccupied. "Did
you see his face? That poor man. If I'd known what you were going to start, I'd
have let him get away with it."


Laeth grinned cheerfully. "It'll teach him to keep his hands to himself. Speaking
of which, did you know that one of the greenies in my troop fancies you?"

"You mean the young Rethian who hides behind the fence and scares the horses
I'm working with? The one who offers to take me to dinner every night and has been
leaving flowers outside my door? About your height, sandy hair and brown eyes?
No, I hadn't noticed him at all," she replied.

Laeth laughed at her disgruntled expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that he was
getting to be such a problem. I'll do something about it this afternoon."

"No," gasped Rialla in pseudo-horror. "Not the strange disease that causes
impotence with merely a touch. There are still several members of your troop who
cross the street when they see me."

"No," agreed Laeth, "I used that one the last time. I'll have to think up something
new. It's your fault, you know; you could gain a few pounds, or do something about
your hair."

"I'll dye it gray tomorrow, or better yet, I'll shave it off," offered Rialla with a
thread of seriousness in her voice. The scar didn't seem to harm her looks as far as
the mercenaries were concerned. She'd far rather have been plain, so she wouldn't
attract so much unwanted attention.

Before Laeth could reply, the barmaid, Letty, appeared from the crowded room.
How she knew who had ordered and who hadn't in the mass of people in the bar
was a mystery that Rialla had never solved.

"What's good, love?" asked Laeth.

"Afgar," sighed Letty, expanding her sizable chest.

"To eat," clarified Rialla, then added hastily, "for us. Food."

"Oh." Letty's full lips briefly formed a half-pout for Laeth's benefit, but she said,