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Penhari stood slumped, her hands clenched.

An arm came around her shoulders. With that gentleness of touch that always surprised her, Desantro hugged her, then led her to the longchair.

“Hai-hai, don’t you fuss youself, heshal. Rest y’ now while I finish the sweeping and see what notions. I en dig up.”

In the doorwindow she turned, her face alive with laughter. “One thing still on, heshal. I wanna see coin before I do aught.”

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