Fire was beginning to lick at the exposed roof timbers. The fatsmoked herrings and mashed turnips came up almost before she couldadblink. With any luck at all, a lot of the trousered Kaunians were going to bedisappointed. They floated as high as any of the peaksserrating the skyline back home.
She started to rage at him, but then the first Valmieran footsoldiersstarted tramping through the street from which she'd been barred. The Obudans,in their ignorance, didn t. The tavern-keeper sighed and swiped a wet rag over the counter with more forcethan the job needed. So did Istvan, when he realized what he'd said.
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