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"And you do not? It must be wonderful to be incurious-I wish I had been born so." "If you're going to be nasty, you can leave," Ruth said sharply. Melior turned and looked at her. As his head moved, Ruth saw the iridescent flash of cat's eyes, and watched, fascinated, as the pupils contracted to vertical ovals in the lamp's glare. "I am sorry, mortal maid-Ruth. My temper is not good-through my own stupidity I have lost so much more than belongs to me alone that I am sick with it. But you are not my enemy." "Who is? What have you lost? If you tell me, maybe I can help," Ruth said. Melior smiled. "I owe you the round tale-I do not see where the harm in the telling lies, only the urgent need. But that may wait until this "Michael" the warrior-maid Naomi has summoned comes to us. It is not in me, I think, to tell this tale twice." Ruth smiled, a little distantly, wishing someone would call her a "warrior-maid." But Melior, apparently, called them as he saw them, The conversation flagged. Melior went back to gazing out the window. From the kitchen Ruth could hear the incomprehensible sounds of culinary sorcery. Just about the time Ruth suspected she'd been dismissed, Melior swung around sharply to stare in the direction of the hallway. As Ruth gazed at him blankly, there was a familiar banging on the door. MichaeL Someone must have left the street door open again-that's why he didn't buzz. Melior mustve heard him. Ears like a cat, too. But even convinced it was Michael, Ruth looked out through the peephole first. And saw what she had subconsciously expected to see. And sighed. And opened the door. "Come on in, guys. Nai! Michael's here-and with Philip." Quelle surprise. Michael came in, smiling at Ruth and looking around until he saw Melior. Tucked under one arm, football-wise, Michael held a brown plastic trash bag, undoubtedly full of clothes. |
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