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in Imekland. I think most of the castles will maintain their honor and see that stealing
women from another country is not the way to do this.
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Minilos snorted. Perhaps we can convince Armen we need to send an emissary to
Magonia to talk sense into them. That we need to mix our lands and people to survive.
But I doubt it will work. Magonians have no sense.
I beg your pardon? Ketera asked with undeniable rancor.
Dane smiled. Ketera is from Magonia.
Minilos looked bashful for a second then his gaze took in Ketera with a whole new
light. Really? My apologies, my dear.
Dane threw her a teasing glance. She s very sensitive, Minilos. Watch your
tongue.
Minilos winked. Have you been watching yours?
Dane laughed softly as Ketera s cheeks went red.
Minilos sipped delicately from his own tankard in direct contrast to his usual
copious consumption. Forgive my rough ways, little lady. I ve had a lot of work to do
lately with this tavern. Fights almost every night. Drunken bastards wrecking my
property. It s hell, I tell you. Hell.
Dane grinned. Which one?
The hairy man groaned. All of them. Perhaps the deepest level. Seventeen, I
think.
Right. And when are you going to find a real job?
Minilos possessed a good sense of humor, thank Draconus. He glared at Dane with
mock seriousness. Running this tavern is the best occupation I ve ever had. Keeps me
out of trouble.
Uh-huh. If you call drunken brawls every night peace and quiet.
Minilos quirked one eyebrow. And that s only the Daryk Ones who come in here
every night to find drink and a woman. I swear I don t remember feeling the need to
fight as you young ones do. Is it something new?
Dane rolled his gaze to the ceiling in mock disgust then looked at Ketera. New he
says. That is a lie and you know it. There is nothing new in Dragonia.
Minilos looked morose as he stared into his tankard. Are the rumors true, Dane?
He lowered his voice to a whisper that Dane could barely discern. Are rogue Daryk
Ones threatening this castle?
Keep your voice down.
Minilos lowered his voice even more. Tell me. Is it true?
Rumors say Drakus is planning to move in on our position here and destroy us.
He shrugged. I m not concerned. He will raid and we will repel. Nothing penetrates
our walls, remember? Not even a siege engine, and I doubt he has one of those. When
he saw the doubt in his old friend s eyes, he continued with, He owns a ragtag army of
miscreants who never should have been allowed into the Daryk Ones in the first place.
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If he tries to attack the castle, Armen will be forced to see that he must fight Drakus
head-on and take him down.
Minilos peered at him. Drink hadn t clouded the serious expression in his eyes. It
pains you to think of any Daryk Ones willing to harm another Daryk One and hurt
women?
How can you ask that? Of course it does.
Minilos sighed. It does cut deep. But it was to be expected. With our diversity of
beliefs and peoples, the extremes will always try to win out. You understand as well as I
do. I m surprised we ve gone this long without worse happening.
As much as Dane wanted to pretend that their continent didn t verge on
fragmenting into more warring factions, he couldn t. Dane closed his eyes and wished
the topic would dissolve, but he couldn t bury it. Peace would be wonderful.
His friend tilted his head to the side. Peace you say? Are you insane? Peace has
never been and never will be. It s in Dragonian blood to fight.
Dane sighed. I ve been a warrior most of my life. My blood is tired.
Really? I hear your blood is actually up. The way you attacked that dragon will be
a legend for much time to come, no doubt.
Dane grunted.
Minilos laughed and then swallowed a mighty gulp of drink. He grimaced as the
liquid went down his throat. He wiped his mouth with his tunic arm. Are you saying
you want to quit being a Daryk One? The heat is too high for you?
Minilos sounded scandalized, but Dane saw the humor lurking in his eyes.
Never. He scrubbed a hand over his face. What other occupation would give me a
chance to kill dragons?
Minilos slapped the table. Exactly. Now, before this drink overwhelms me, tell me
what sort of wretched plan you ve involved this beautiful young lady in. And by the by,
you really should keep your kissing to yourself. Everyone in the castle saw you
snogging her after the dragon fight. They assume you ve shagged her.
Dane wanted to pop his friend in the jaw. By the god, I could rip your loose
tongue out by the roots.
Minilos laughed and clapped Dane on the back. Perhaps you should go home and
screw her blind. That ll cure what ails you both.
Ketera stood up, her face pink. Excuse me. Is there a facility for ladies? I ll return
in a moment.
Minilos pointed it out, and she strode away. Dane kept an eye on her as she
wended her way through the crowd of boisterous tavern goers. She made it to the back
room safely.
Ketera left the bathing room with one hand over her stomach. She didn t really feel
that steady. Maybe the meat pies she d eaten earlier hadn t agreed with her. The tavern
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was stuffy and she needed a bit of fresh air. Anything to get away from the noisy,
smoky, crowded interior for one moment.
An open door down the hall to the left allowed a cooler breeze to waft inside the
building. Night sounds echoed from the jungle. Just a moment or two to compose
herself and she d go back inside and face Dane and Minilos.
She stepped outside and drank in the clean air. A bench beckoned outside the
doorway and she sat down. This was better.
For one moment, as she d left Dane and Minilos, she d considered running. She d
find her own way. She wasn t stupid and her guts would go far. She knew her way
around people, despite every effort her society made to keep her in place. As much as
she would miss bantering and fighting with Dane, she wanted to find a quicker way off
this Magon-forsaken continent and back to her own country.
Oh Dane. Yes, she would miss the passion he d inspired in her. But surely if she
returned to Magonia she could forget his touch. His kisses. And the maddening and
forbidden pleasure he d created within her.
Still, she knew she couldn t do it.
Dane was right about one thing at least. This was a dangerous country and she was
unfamiliar with it. She needed his help. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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