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"Indeed, it is remarkable work," said a strongly accented voice at
his elbow.

The master jeweler started badly and jerked around on his stool,
frowning down at the pale-haired Liaden in his costly leather jacket.
"Enough to give a body his death, sneak-footing behind one!" He
caught himself up, looked from his visitor to the workroom door,
with the bell hung above it, that jangled when one of his rare
customers came in from the street.

He looked back to the Liaden's smooth, emotionless face. "How
came ye?"

The Liaden gestured behind him, to where the inner door stood
ajar. "Through the house."

FearЧthe tiniest spark of fearЧflickered in the master jeweler's
heart. The boy was his last treasure. He did not think these were
child-thieves, yetЧ

"I have distressed you," the Liaden said gently. "It was not my
intention."

"Well." Mindful of the three cantra yet to come, the master jeweler
moved his hand, smoothing the fear out of the air, and spoke
moderately. "Understand ye, it's late. The boy needs his rest."

"Of course," said the Liaden and a shadow moved at his shoulder.
The master jeweler looked up, meeting the still eyes of the female
Liaden.

"The child was asleep," she said in her soft, emotionless voice.
"We did not wake him."

He ducked his head, relieved to look away from her eyes.
"Thank'ee."

"Surely," she said, then moved forward. Her partner stepped aside,
giving her clear view of the worktable. She paused, face as
ungiving as ever, studying holo and reality, sitting side by side in
the work-light.

"Excellent," she said at last, no faintest lilt of appreciation in her
voice. She raised her cold eyes to his face, and went toward the
table, her path forcing him to turn somewhat on the stool. The male
Liaden had vanished into the shadows of the shop.

"You are indeed a master jeweler," the woman said. She extended