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тАЬLast year. For about a month in each case, just long enough for the King to find out about it and apply
pressure.тАЭ

тАЬWho are you?тАЭ she shouted, heaving herself up. тАЬWhy are you spying on us? What harm is he doing,
trying to earn an honest living?тАЭ

тАЬNone, mistress. But the King bears Beau a grudge. He had him fired from those positions and probably
others, is that not so?тАЭ

тАЬNo,тАЭ Beau said. тАЬI quit because they expected me to eat in the kitchen.тАЭ

Isabelle wondered how long he had been standing behind her. The visitor should have noticedтАФmust
have done! He looked up now, dark eyes studying the newcomer.

тАЬWhere do you eat these days, then?тАЭ

тАЬI have given up eating. It is a disgusting habit.тАЭ Beau closed the door almost as silently as he had
opened it. He


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sat, pulling Isabelle down beside him, then reached across for the wine bottle. He poured, filling three
goblets.

His boots had brought a powerful odor of stable into the room. He was a compact man, and his filthy,
shabby leather jerkin and breeches made him seem small compared to the padded and pleated
visitorтАФthose were emphatically not the clothes he normally wore when meeting potential clients. He was
bareheaded, which no gentleman ever was, but the wind that could never ruffle his ash-blond curls had
flushed his fair cheeks. Or his color might be from anger, for certainly his pale eyes were steely as he
regarded the stranger.

тАЬI recognized Destrier.тАЭ Beau set a glass in front of Isabelle. тАЬHeтАЩs too old now for such a long ride. He
has an ingrown lash in his right eye that should be seen to.тАЭ In a world where every man prized himself on
his horsemanship, that was first point to Beau.

The visitor could be just as inscrutable. тАЬHe doesnтАЩt live on Starkmoor any more and IтАЩll tell my son to
have the eye looked at.тАЭ

Starkmoor was the site of Ironhall, the BladesтАЩ headquarters and school, and now Isabelle recalled this
strangerтАЩs curious remark, тАЬI thought I had put a stop to it.тАЭ Only three men could hope to stop the
KingтАЩs Blades doing anything they pleased, and since he was neither the King nor Commander Vicious,
he must be Grand Master, the legendary Durendal, Earl Roland, of whom Beau normally spoke with awe
and reverence, quite unlike his current biting mockery. Roland had been the finest fencer of his generation
and King AmbroseтАЩs Lord Chancellor for another. She had just offered him fencing lessons.