around him, making him stagger. “I knew you liked me!”
“Please, Folly.” Jon-Tom reluctantly worked to disen-
gage himself. Roseroar would have been happy to help,
though she might have broken both of the girl’s arms in
the process. “Folly, I already have a woman.” Her expres-
sion fell abruptly. She moved away from him, once more
concentrating on the street ahead.
“You never told me that.”
“It was never necessary to tell you. Her name’s Talea.
She lives near a town called Lynchbany, which lies far
across the Glittergeist.”
Otter ears overheard and Mudge fell back to join them.
“O’ course, she ain’t really ‘is woman,” he said con-
versationally, thoroughly delighting in Jon-Tom’s discom-
fort. “They’re just friends is all.”
Folly’s delight returned upon hearing this disclosure.
“Oh, that’s all right, then!”
“Besides, you’re much too young for what you’re
thinking,” Jon-Tom told her, impaling Mudge with a stare
promising slow death.
“Too young for what?”
“Just too young.” Strange. The right words had been
there on his lips just a moment earlier. Odd how they
vanished the instant you needed them.
“Bet I could convince you otherwise,” she said
coquettishly.
“Here’s the right cross street,” he said hastily, lengthening
his stride. “We’ll be back at the inn in a couple of
minutes.”
A short furry shape jumped from an alcove ahead of
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him. Roseroar reached for her swords. Folly hid behind
Jon-Tom as Mudge put a hand to his bow.
They relaxed when the shape identified itself.
“Jalwar!” Jon-Tom couldn’t conceal his surprise. “What