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тАШAnd I took the bait, sure enough. Here, the tieryn wants you to come sit with her.тАЩ

тАШAt the honor table? What a cursed nuisance. ItтАЩs a good thing I put on a clean shirt.тАЩ

Cullyn laughed. Usually Nevyn dressed like a farmer in shabby brown clothes, but today heтАЩd actually
put on a white shirt with LovyanтАЩs red lion blazon at the yokes and a pair of patched but respectable gray
brigga.

тАШBefore you go,тАЩ Cullyn said. тАШHave you had any . . . well, news of my Jill?тАЩ

тАШYou mean: have a scryed her out lately. Come with me.тАЩ

They made their way over to the second hearth, where an entire hog was roasting on a spit. For a
moment Nevyn stared intently into the flames.

тАШI see Jill and Rhodry looking in good spirits,тАЩ he said at last. TheyтАЩre walking through a town on a
nice sunny day, going up to a shop of some sort. Wait! I know that place. ItтАЩs Otho the SilversmithтАЩs in
Dun Manannan, but he doesnтАЩt seem to be in at the moment.тАЩ

тАШI donтАЩt suppose you can tell if sheтАЩs with child.тАЩ

тАШSheтАЩs not showing the babe if she is. I can understand your concern.тАЩ

тАШWell, itтАЩs bound to happen, sooner or later. I just hope she has the wit to ride home when it does.тАЩ

тАШSheтАЩs never lacked for wit.тАЩ

Although Cullyn agreed, worry ate at him. Jill was, after all, his only child.

тАШI just hope they have enough coin for the winter,тАЩ the captain remarked.

тАШWell, we gave them plenty between us, if Rhodry doesnтАЩt drink it all away, anyway.тАЩ

тАШOh, Jill wonтАЩt let him do that. My lass is as tight as an old farmwife with every cursed copper.тАЩ He
allowed himself a brief smile. тАШAt least she knows the long road cursed well.тАЩ

Because the mattress was full of bedbugs, Rhodry sat on the floor of the tiny innchamber while he
watched Jill frowning in concentration as she mended a rip in his only shirt. She was dressed in a pair of
dirty blue brigga and a ladтАЩs plain linen overshirt, and her golden hair was cropped short like a ladтАЩs, too,
but she was so beautiful, with her wide blue eyes, delicate features, and soft mouth, that he loved simply
looking at her.

тАШAh by the black hairy ass of the Lord of Hell!тАЩ she snarled at last. ThisтАЩll just have to do. I hate
sewing.тАЩ

тАШYou have my humble thanks for lowering yourself enough to mend my clothes.тАЩ

With another snarl, she threw the shirt into his face. Laughing he shook it out, once-white linen stained
with sweat and rust from his mail. On the yokes were the blazons of the red lion, all that he had left of his