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Armor Propre
Jan Stirling & S. M. Stirling
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Tenon bit her lower lip and studied her image in the steel mirror. Sighing, she turned
sideways to examine her profile.

"That's gorgeous," her companion, Brunea, growled enviously.

"I know," Teri groaned. She turned, tugged at the waist, "It's sooo beautiful."

"It was made for you madam, and the priceтАж"

Both women glared menacingly at the brawny clerk. "If you need me, just call," he excus
himself hastily. "I'm Surelle."

"I can't wear this!" Terion exclaimed, tossing her head impatiently. "It's too expensive an
too provocative. I'd be making a target of myself." Her eyes filled with regret. "It's
magnificent." Longingly, she ran her hands down the sleek sides, "But it's just not me."

"Oooh yes it is." Brunea said firmly. "Sureties right, much as I hate to admit it. This mig
been made to your measure. Besides, it'll be good for your career."

Teri shrugged, then grinned slowly. Her career had endured a disastrous slump after she
slain a wizard she was supposed to be guarding. Now she'd finally made lieutenant and wa
looking for something special to mark the occasion.

"Y'know what's making this so hard?" she asked. "I've always dreamed of owning
something like this." Teri traced the gold filigree at the neck with a reverent finger. "Ooohh
want it!" She laughed.

"Ask your man's opinion," Brunea suggested, jerking a thumb over her shoulder. "Bet he
agrees you should have it."

Terion raised her brows over the phrase "your man," knowing that Feric would object to
But a warm inward glow told her that she approved. She glanced in the mirror at the advan
reflection of her companion-pet wizards-lover, friend. Mine, she thought and smiled.

Feric came towards them, his nose leading the rest of his face like the prow of a ship, da
unruly hair bobbing with his ungainly walk, fine brown eyes dreaming. He carried in his w
arms their week's allotment of supplies; so loaded that boxes and parcels looked ready to s
in all directions.
 "Well!" Brunea demanded in a bark that made Feric jump. "Whaddaya think?"

Terion turned to face him, her blue eyes shining.

"That one over there will do just as well," she said quickly, pointing to a dully gleaming
breastplate. She stood straight so that he could get a better look at her. "This one costs a