The final calculations, she thought. A black leather duster covered the robe and reached down past his saddle stirrups. “A moving target is the only true test of my skill,” Xanthus answered casually. Nothing had changed.
Fainy took off first one drenched shoe and then the other and toasted his feet til his socks were dry. That wouldexplain much. She gave him ashort smile, telling him that she agreed with his decision. Thegrist would then be sacked and sent downstream on barges to such cities as Tammerland andFar Point.
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