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look at him than she had at their first encounter.

He was of medium height, his build slim, though lithe and muscular. His jet black hair was very straight,
parted in the center, left to hang loose to just above his shoulders. The blunt weight of it emphasized the
sharp angle of his cheekbones and the tilt of his eyes, so that the eyes seemed squashed to slits between
cheekbone and eyebrow. His skin was a deep, warm brown, without the extensive weathering evident on
both the sailors, so she thought the darker color must be natural.

"How do you feel?" Harjeedian asked in his precise Pellish.

Firekeeper paused before answering. Let them think her slow.

"Not good," she said. "They worse, though. Fox Hair stink and Blind Seer no wake."

"Put your arm through the bars where I can reach it," Harjeedian said. "I need to feel the pulses."

Firekeeper had seen Doc do this, and knew degrees of health could be read through the art. She had
tried to learn it, but never was certain she felt any pulse but her own. Reluctantly, she thrust her arm
through the bars, determined to seem cowed.
Harjeedian grasped her wrist in one long-fingered, lightly callused hand, positioned his fingers, and stared
at nothing.

"Somewhat fast," he said, "but nothing to worry about. Does your head hurt?"

"Much," Firekeeper lied.

"Hmm. I thought I judged the dose better than that. I understood that you did not drink alcohol. I must
have misjudged the relative ratio of muscle to fat."

Firekeeper stared at him. The words were Pellish, but made little sense to her. All she was certain of was
that Harjeedian didn't think she should have a headache.

"I'm thirsty," she whined.

"That could account for the headache," Harjeedian said. "Shelby, draw water for Lady BlysseтАФwhile
you're at it, draw enough for all of our guests."

The man in the knit cap nodded and left. His steps were quick, and Firekeeper was certain he was glad
to be away.

What is he afraid of? she thought. Me? I am locked. Perhaps he fears Harjeedian. Harjeedian gives
the orders.

Harjeedian let her hand drop and stepped back from the cage.

"Has Derian Counselor or the wolf awakened?"

"Derian did, for a little. Blind Seer, no."

She heard the worry in her own voice. Harjeedian looked pleased.