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lightly as possible. And lastly, he'd never grown to like the burden
of armor as had his half brother Strongblade. Though trained as
most young nobles were in riding, running, jumping trenches,
climbing and fighting encased hi mail or plate, he had always hated
its hindrance. He much preferred to be free of its encumbrance
like the Alebowrenian or the Horse-blooded of the High Ranges.

Almost ready to leave his ancestral home, he thought that his
renowned forebear Sharplance might have felt just so, fleeing the
distant East in the dim past. He went to fetch the cache of coins
secreted behind a carven ivory panel in the bathing chamber,
stopping first to check the bonds of the still-furious Duskwind. He
strode into the next room, anxious to be away, but stopped in
midstride at the sight which greeted him

there.

The large pool contained no water, but rather the body of Faurbuhl
the philosopher. His face was blackened, eyes swollen and
darkened tongue bulging from his mouth, hands still clawing hi
death at the garrote yet inbedded hi his neck. Springbuck
experienced momentary dizziness and a refusal to absorb the
death of his would-be companion, who stared sightlessly at the
decorative water apertures above his head.

A moment only, and the Prince realized that the Lady Duskwind
had been in this room when the guardsmen entered but had made
no outcry and thus must be implicated inЧperhaps had
committedЧthe gentle old man's murder. Springbuck's lips drew
back in a soundless snarl.

He prized loose the panel and retrieved his wallet; then he took out
his sword and, gripping it so tightly that his hand shook, returned to
the bedroom. Through hot tears forming, he saw a bundle lying
behind the door and opened it with a vicious kick to survey its
contents, Duskwind's traveling clothes and accouterments. He
moved to the bedside, glaring down at the bound girl, his face fell
to look upon, until she consigned her soul to the gods of her
house.

But they had been lovers; she had meant a great deal

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to him in that time, and he could not bring himself to kill her. Shame
at events in the throne room and his growing impulse to be away,
coupled with grief for Faurbuhl, numbed him and drained his thirst
for revenge; he'd shown no merit himself in the night's tragedies.
He searched her imploring eyes.