’ ‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. She followed the official back into his room. His sword then came in for his scrutiny: he felt at, and appeared satisfied with its edge. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone.
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