And in the name of my king, I greet you in return, Hajaj* replied. Her mouth twisted wryly. She studied him before answering, her blue eyes hooded. After a moment, sheopened them wide so she could see better.
In asorrowful voice, he said, And, I hear, Duke Kestu lost his only son andheir in Algarve the other day. When theydid, they forthrightly announced themselves. The two men shared a wry look, shook theirheads, and went on about the business of getting ready for the night. As if to force that worrybehind him, he turned and started for the door.
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