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Moon had best put many a mile between him and his hoplessness. Her golden hair shone in the
candlelight as she clasped a silver goblet between her slender fingers, so lovely and delicate that he found
it hard to believe that she could really swing a sword. From what Ricyn had told him, sheтАЩd made her
kills out of luck alone, and luck has a way of deserting a man in battle.
 After they were done eating, Dannyn got up and went to her table, where he hunkered down in front
of her on the floor, forcing her to lean over to speak to him privately.

тАШIтАЩve been meaning to ask you somewhat,тАЩ he said. тАШDo you have a coat of mail?тАЩ

тАШI donтАЩt. You know, IтАЩve never even worn any.тАЩ

тАШWhat? Oh ye gods, then youтАЩve got no idea how heavy it is, do you now?тАЩ

тАШNo doubt IтАЩll get used to it. My Goddess will protect me as long as She wants me alive, then let me
be slain when She wants me dead. It wonтАЩt matter when that time comes if IтАЩm wearing the best mail in
the kingdom.тАЩ

тАШThatтАЩs true enough, no doubt, because when a manтАЩs Wyrd comes upon him, it comes, but a good
set of mail turns aside many a bit of bad luck.тАЩ

When she smiled, their eyes met, and at that moment he felt they understood each other in a
dangerously deep way. He stood up quickly.

тАШBut youтАЩre not dying this summer if I can help it, Your Holiness. Doubtless itтАЩll ache your heart to
take orders from a bastard, but once weтАЩre back from claiming your sister, youтАЩre going to train with me
like a thirteen-year-old rider, new to his warband. A good many of them live to grow up, donтАЩt they? Do
what I say, and so will you.тАЩ

Her eyes snapping in rage, she started to rise, but he ducked back out of her way.

тАШGood night, my lady, and may all your dreams be holy ones.тАЩ

He hurried away before she could challenge him to a fight. He could see it coming in her eyes.

Nevyn was not quite sure when the King had begun to suspect that his shabby old servitor had the
dweomer. When heтАЩd come to offer his services at Dun Cerrmor, some six years ago now, heтАЩd dealt
only with an under-chamberlain and been given quarters in a typical servantтАЩs hut. As the year passed,
heтАЩd seen Glyn only from a distance, usually during some ceremonial parade. The anonymity suited
Nevyn well; he was there only to keep an eye on events, not meddle in politics, or so he saw it, and heтАЩd
chosen GlynтАЩs court only because he could not abide Slwmar of Cantrae, who was sly, treacherous, and
suspicious to the point of paranoia.

Yet, since Glyn was gracious to those who served him, at some point during the second year heтАЩd
found out about the man whoтАЩd ridden in to offer such valuable services and called Nevyn into the great
hall for a formal audience to thank him for growing medicines sorely needed in a war. The audience was
very short, of course, and Nevyn shared it with several other servitors, but he must have said something
that caught the KingтАЩs attention, because not long after, Glyn had actually visited the herb garden out
behind the stables and talked with him again. It became something of a habit; whenever the King had an
odd moment, he would come out and ask various questions about this herb or that, about the cycle of the
seasons and the growing of things. It seemed to give him some relief from the pressures upon and the