”“Cry your pardon, O great one,” Cuthbert said, but his eyes danced in a decidedly unrepentant way. I doubt if she realizes that, though. And he saw something else as well, when he returned his attention to his seatmate: Hash Renfrew was drunk, but likely not as drunk as he wanted young Will Dearborn to believe. Somewhere someone cleared his throat nervously—raa-aach! The room was full of eyes, and quiet enough so that the
”“And a bite to eat?” Roland asked. ”“I will,” Cuthbert said, but he had his doubts. “I’ve been a fool,” he said. Her fear of him had passed.
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