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my heart of being badgered and prodded.тАЭ

тАЬWhatтАЩs brought all this on?тАЭ

тАЬI should think it would be clear, plain, obvious, and evident. IтАЩve found a thing that I want more than
dweomer power.тАЭ He paused for one of his sunny smiles, and never had the gesture seemed less
appropriate. тАЬA normal life, Jill, a normal life. Does that have one shred of meaning for the likes of you?тАЭ

тАЬWhat are you talking about? WhatтАЩs so splendid about traveling the roads with a troupe of mangy
acrobats and this poor child youтАЩve married?тАЭ

тАЬOf course itтАЩs not splendid. ThatтАЩs the point.тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩre a dolt, Eba├▒y.тАЭ

тАЬOh, I suppose I must look that way to you, truly. I no longer care. IтАЩve found the woman I love, and
IтАЩve found a way to have a family of my own while we travel the roads, just like IтАЩve always loved to do,
and cursed, plagued, excoriated, blighted, and scourged will I be before I give one whit of it up.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm not asking you to give up one thing, just to develop the talent you were born with.тАЭ

тАЬTalent? Oh, ye gods!тАЭ All at once he exploded, talking much too fast, his voice hissing as he tried to
keep from shouting. тАЬI am so sick of that ugly little word. Do you think I ever asked for it? Talent. Oh,
certainly, I know I have talent for magic. ThatтАЩs all IтАЩve ever heard in my long and cursed life, from the
time that my wretched father dragged me to meet Aderyn when I was but a little child. Talent. You have
splendid talent for the dweomer. You must study it. It would be a waste to not study it. Your people
need you to study it. No one, not one blasted soul, whether elven or human, not one person in the entire
world has ever asked me if I wanted to study the blasted dweomer. All they did was push and press and
mock and nag until by every god in the sky IтАЩm sick of the very name of dweomer.тАЭ

тАЬMy heart aches for you, butтАФтАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt you be sarcastic with me.тАЭ

тАЬI wasnтАЩt. IтАЩm trying to point out thatтАФтАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt want to hear it! By the black hairy ass of the Lord of Hell, Jill, canтАЩt you see? IтАЩve finally found
what I want in life, and IтАЩll have it no matter how many platitudes and how much invective you heap upon
my head.тАЭ

тАЬWhoever said you couldnтАЩt have it?тАЭ

тАЬThe dweomer itself. How can you sit there and tell me that I could have both, you of all people on this
blasted earth?тАЭ

Jill came perilously close to slapping him. Her rage at having that ancient wound reopened took her so
much by surprise that for a long moment she couldnтАЩt speak. When he shrank back, suddenly pale,
suddenly weakтАФcringing, or so she thought of itтАФthe rage turned as cold as a steel blade on a winter
morning. She got up slowly and stood for a moment, her hands on her hips, looking down as he
crouched on the cushion, one hand raised as if to ward off a blow.