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freezer, too. You don't want to talk spikards, let's talk business. I can give
you a deal on these devices, in quantity, that will meet or beat the price of
anyone else capable of supplying them--and I don't think it would be an easy
thing to find another supplier. But that's not all I can do for you--"
"I'm sorry," said Delwin. "No solicitors either." His hand moved again.
"Wait!" I cried. "I'll make you an offer you can't refuse!"
He broke the connection.
"Come back," I willed after his image, but it went 2-dimensional and warmed
to room temperature again.
"Sorry," I said to Vialle. "I gave it my best shot, but he wasn't buying
any."
"To tell the truth, I didn't think you'd hold him even that long. But I
could tell he was interested in you until you mentioned your mother. Then
something changed."
"Wouldn't be the first time," I said. "I've a mind to try him again later."
"In that case, keep the Trump."
"I don't need it, Vialle. I'll make my own when the time comes."
"You are an artist and a Trump master?"
"Well, I do paint. Fairly seriously sometimes."
"Then you must see all of my works while you wait. I'd value your opinion."
"My pleasure," I said. 'You mean while I wait--"
"--for Corwin."
"Ah, just so. Thank you."
"You can be the first to use one of the new rooms. We've been doing a lot
of reconstruction and remodeling since the Logrus and the Pattern had their
confrontation."
"I heard about it," I said. "Very well. I wonder when he'll arrive?"
"Soon, I feel," she said. "I'll summon a servant to get you settled now.
Another will bring you to dine with me later, and we can discuss art."
"That will be fine."
I wondered where all of this was going to lead. It seemed that the big
picture was about to change drastically again.
Glad Delwin wasn't interested in the microwave oven, though. The spell
would have been a bitch to work out.