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you."

She drained the cup, grinned saucily, scratched her nose and said, "Well! Have you,
now? I should visit my cousin more often. I'd be there yet, sir-" and she fixed me hard with
her eyes-"had I not spoken in dream last night to my good Dame Malion!"

I reached by reflex to my belt, pressing the stud for extended "null" so's to protect our
group from whatever "mind" games the Dark One might just be up to. She'd referred to her
"Court-appointed Companion," and she'd kept her voice deliberately low.

"Are you sure," I queried, "that 'twas not but a simple, normal dream?"
 "'Twas neither simple nor normal, Collin. There's peril, sir, to my father."

"No nightmares?" I persisted-"No over-eating, of gogmeat pot-pies? I do recall, my
lady-"

"'Twas magick, Sir Lenti-of the kind that you know well!"

"Tell me of it."

She said shortly, "There's no time." Her gaze had been drawn to my left, down the
line of pavilions from whence there now came a clumping of dottle paws.

My eyes followed hers. The Lord of Bleese with two attendants was approaching. I
instantly held up a hand to stay him. And because I was who I was he promptly halted. Murie
continued: "I go to my dame now, Collin. We'll speak at sup ...But know one thing: if 'twixt the
hours of now and then the Lord Gen-Rondin arrives to Castle Glagmaron, then do you come
quickly to my father's side. For Marack will surely be in deadly danger."

I shrugged, said softly, "The danger's never left us, Murie. So guard yourself, for I'll be
gone 'til sup. I've a thing to look into."

She frowned. "By the gods, Collin, I speak of peril beyond dangers Why leave me
now, sir?"

"'Tis but a ride of ten miles," I said shortly. "But it must be done."

She forced a smile. "Well, kiss me then, for I've missed you too."

Her dottle, kneeling, had brought her small, snow-maiden face to a level with my own.
My steel shirt being a barrier to anything more daring, I kissed her, open-eyed, and with a
casual though possessive hand placed gently on her thigh. Her eyes searched mine avidly,
as if she sought some quick revealing truth.

I cautioned in one small ear: "From now on, love, do not look thusly into the eyes of
our sorcerer, Fairwyn. Tell this to the king and your mother-and to your close friend
Caroween."

She gasped, said tight against my throat, "'Tis true then, what you said before at
council-that the Dark One's returned; that some among our lords might be possessed, like