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not one to be trifled with.

Grymlyken stepped forward, a prancing, mincing motion, his head screwed up to
see Cassana better. His eyes widened and his lips formed an exaggerated "O" as he
murmured "Omagosh!" Grymlyken frantically yanked Becca's apron. "That's her all
right. That's her. That's Cassana Odaren. I saw her during the war. You don't want
to mess with her, you don't."

That finished off the tavern master. Becca gasped and flushed. Her large eyes went
a little wider, "You truly are Cassana Odaren?"

The question was rudely phrased, a mere tavern master did not address the nobility
in that way, even someone else's nobility, but Cassana answered politely. "I am.
Now please take us to Aejys."

"She ah ... knows you, doesn't she?" Becca's flush deepened.

"I think so," Brendorn answered softly, a small secret smile turning faintly on the
edges of his mouth. He could almost feel the touch of her hands, the brush of her
lips; see again the strength in her that had always called to him. Even when she had
returned home gravely wounded, near death from physical and magical injuries that
no one believed could be healed, that same stubborn strength had carried her
through. Then before she could recover completely, she had simply fled, leaving
behind a note that said it was the best for all of them.
 The youngest of Brendorn's companions burst into hearty uncontrolled laughter
multiplying Becca's discomfort ten fold and jostling Brendorn out of his moment's
reverie.

Becca's eyes slitted sidewise at her, she straightened, took a deep breath, struggled
for composure and grimly resisted both an urge to flee and a desire to scream for
Clemmerick the ogre stableman to come pound the laughing girl. "Follow me," she
said, her voice taking on a prim quality. "You can stand by the door while I
announce you, then if Aejys says okay, you can go on in."

They followed Becca up the stairs at the end of the common room, down an oak
paneled hall and stopped at an expensively carved mahogany door. All the way up
Tamlestari tried to stop laughing, but in spite of everything a tiny snicker or a giggle
escaped to plague Becca and draw the disapproving glances of her companions.

Becca glared at the girl, then entered the room.

As soon as the tavern master was out of sight, Brendorn turned and clamped a hand
over Tamlestari's mouth. "Try holding your breath," he suggested exasperated. "If
Laeoli acted like you I would turn her over my knee and spank her, no matter how
old she was."

Tamlestari pried his upper fingers loose and said through the rest of his muffling
grip, "Like to see you try." She shifted slightly as if for a hip throw, laughing harder.

Cassana caught the girl by the collar, and then pulled Brendorn's hands away, gently