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"I tell you, I am not in the Great Game any longer. That's all twenty years in the past, near enough."
"Aye." She did not sound as if she believed it. "But be that as it may, and young outland lords aside, you've begun performing at the lords' manors."
"They pay well."
"And they'll pull you into their plots as soon as they see how. They see a man, and think how to use him, as naturally as breathing. This young lord of yours won't help you; they will eat him alive."
He gave up on trying to convince her he was out of it. "Is that what you came up to say, Zera?"
"Aye. Forget playing the Great Game, Thom. Marry Dena. She'll take you, the more fool her, bony and white-haired as you are. Marry her, and forget this young lord and Daes Dae'mar."
"I thank you for the advice," he said dryly. Marry her? Burden her with an old husband. She'll never be a bard with my past hanging around her neck. "If you don't mind, Zera, I want to be alone for a while. I perform for Lady Arilyn and her guests tonight, and I need to prepare."
She gave him a snort and a shake of her head and banged the door shut behind her.
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"He is out of it," he said aloud, "and so am I."
Chapter 27 The Shadow in the Night
I do not understand it," Loial said. "I was winning, most of the time. And then Dena came in and joined the game, and she won it all right back. Every toss. She called it a little lesson. What did she mean by that?"
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‘Beat me, whip me, beat me,’ I told him.
‘Naw. It’s all right. Daddy,’ Damon said, and sighed again. ‘I know you have to work, and that it’s probably important stuff. It’s just hard for us sometimes. You know how it is.’
‘I love you, and I should be there, and I won’t miss the next concert,’ I said to him.
‘I’ll hold you to that,’ Damon said.
‘I’ll hold myself to it,’ I told him.
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