"I need to speak to the King's Chief Steward, Daringos," I say. "Could you arrange that for me?" #101 в контекст | | |
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"He carried out the original investigation into the death I'm looking into for the Baroness." #103 в контекст | | |
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When Lisutaris has finished her thazis, I open the door. Somehow it's no surprise to find Kublinos outside, glaring at me suspiciously. Lisutaris walks by him without a word. I try to do likewise but the Sorcerer grabs me by the arm. #105 в контекст | | |
"I'm warning you, Turanian," he hisses. "I'm not going to stand idly by while you try to take advantage of a fine woman like Lisutaris." #106 в контекст | | |
I glare back at him. "Let go of my arm or I'll kill you." #107 в контекст | | |
Kublinos, surprised, lets go. I turn round and walk off, angry at the foolishness of everyone. By now, tournament officials are pinning hastily-prepared signs to the public noticeboards, laying out the schedule for the remainder of the day. Makri, being in the final qualifying group, will only have one fight this evening, and will have to complete her group tomorrow. It's a minor inconvenience, nothing more. Makri appears completely relaxed as she departs with Lisutaris to change into her armour. General Hemistos, Baron Girimos and several others are still around. When I see Baron Mabados approaching I withdraw into the crowd, not feeling like dealing with another unfriendly Samsarinan at this moment. #108 в контекст | | |
