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<blockquote data-quote="havenstone" data-source="post: 4517926" data-attributes="member: 61094"><p><strong>Wedding Day</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“<strong>WAKE UP, D'LORIAD</strong>,” Kyla says, looking down at Adgar in the waning gray moonlight. “It’s your wedding day. If we make it back in time.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">They break camp before dawn, riding slowly so as to not strain their weary mounts. A few other riders drift past in the gloom on the great north road; Kyla watches each traveler warily for signs that it’s a bandit or d’Aramant sent to ensure that Adgar doesn’t get back to Lynar. Instead, just before sunrise, they crest a hill and hear a welcome voice from a stand of trees to their left. “Most auspicious of the Arawai!” <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4354425-post13.html" target="_blank">Nurak</a> emerges, waving enthusiastically, leading two well-rested horses. “A certain Sufza heard that you might be seeking strong steeds on this matrimonial morning.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Adgar laughs jubilantly, then hesitates. “Where did he?...”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Don’t ask,” whispers Kyla, beaming as she dismounts to greet the skinny rogue.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>BACK IN LYNAR</strong>, a masked, black-clad Nina steals silently into Avric’s quarters. He checks to see that the sleeping draught he slipped into Avric’s drink the previous night had the intended effect. Satisfied, he doses the young d’Aramant’s sword with the poison intended for Atrix and withdraws as noiselessly as he came. At sunrise, Nina returns, this time dressed in his usual noble finery, and bangs loudly on the door. “Cousin! Time to get ready. You should really kill the d’Loriad <em>before </em>he’s married.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Avric shakes himself groggily awake. “An... Anseron? I feel terrible.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well, have a drink,” Nina says comfortingly, offering a steaming flagon of mixed herbs – including the antidote to the sleeping potion. “One of my uncles is a herbalist. This should help you feel your best for the duel.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>LATER THAT MORNING </strong>in the d’Loriad palace, Atrix is briefing Carwyn, Darren, and Meeshak on their parts in the plan when his father bursts in. “Where are your cousins?” he roars. “They’re supposed to be watching you. You’re to be married in an hour!”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“They vanished yesterday, father,” Atrix says mournfully. “I believe they were ordered to Aradur by General Athriam to bring back the Aradurn host.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Marix d’Loriad eyes his son, skepticism and anger both plain on his face. “And who will be your ring-brother?”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Do I really need a ring-brother, father?” Atrix inquires, sounding impatient.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“To keep an eye on you if nothing else. I’ll be back in a heartbeat with your cousin... er, Serif. Don’t move.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Serif?” Atrix says incredulously when his father has disappeared down the hall. “He’s perpetually drunk. Father must really be desperate. Let’s get out of here.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">They swiftly elude Atrix’s parents, and the plan rolls into motion. Carwyn goes to Avric and Agerain and informs them that the Merle Tower is too close to Atrix’s relatives, who are hunting for him... so the duel will have to be relocated to the distant west wall of the palace, above the library postern. She then goes looking for Ontaya, to tell her about the location of the duel, just after it’s due to start. Meeshak goes to prepare for the wedding service with Chancellor Eliduc – and to delay it by any means necessary. Darren goes to wait at the library postern.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>FINALLY, ATRIX GOES </strong>to stand with Ash on the wall above the great library of Lynar. It’s a cloudless noon when Agerain, Avric, and Nina arrive. For once, there’s no large entourage of cousins around them; Agerain is taking no risks of the duel being discovered by the castellan. Avric steps forward, bristling with energy and confidence. “Atrix <em>of</em> the d’Loriads, are you ready for death?”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Atrix wrinkles his brow in scorn as he draws his sword and parrying dagger. There’s something irritatingly deliberate in the way Avric gave his name. To say that someone is “of” a Family means either that, like Ontaya, they were adopted into it or that they are illegitimate offspring. “That’s Atrix <em>d’Loriad </em>to you,” Atrix retorts.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Poor boy. You don’t even know your own history,” Avric chuckles snidely. “Now you never will.” He brings his sword and dagger up, bares his teeth, and launches himself at Atrix.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">After three swift passes where both take minor wounds, Atrix thinks he sees the chance to disarm Avric like he did in their last encounter. To his nearly fatal shock, Avric parries with a flawless Swordsmark technique designed to counter disarm attempts – batting Atrix’s sword aside and coming within an inch of taking his head off in the same fluid movement. Atrix falls back with a deep gash in his chest, and almost immediately feels his breathing and heart begin to slow. His eyes blaze. “Poison, d’Aramant? What dishonor is this?”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Avric’s elated grin falters slightly. “What are you talking about, d’Loriad?”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">He’s distracted further by a deafening shout from the courtyard below: “<em>Stand down</em>!” Ontaya has arrived on the scene, brandishing her sword. “Stand down, both of you, or be taken down.” She charges toward the stairs.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Atrix lashes out at his adversary, and the slightly flustered Avric counters with a disarming strike of his own. He succeeds, sending the young d’Loriad’s sword flying. With a roar of triumph, Avric closes in for the kill – and with typical stubborn panache, Atrix goes for a final disarmament attempt, using his parrying dagger. He catches Avric by surprise and manages to twist the blond d’Aramant’s saber out of his hand. Atrix catches it with his free hand, sniffs the blade, then runs his tongue along it and recoils at the bitterness. “Poison!” he cries again.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Ignore him!” Agerain shouts, tossing Avric another sword. The d’Aramant does his best to fend off a flurry of attacks from Atrix, but he is shaken by being once again disarmed by his rival – and the traces of poison remaining on the sword have begun to affect Avric, too. Despite struggling to breathe and remain conscious, Atrix finally manages to run Avric through with his own sword. The slack-jawed d’Aramant topples from the wall and falls twenty feet to land at Ontaya’s feet with a crunch. Atrix sinks into a motionless heap.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">To the whole party’s frustration – not least Ontaya’s own – the murderous Avric is still barely alive, and her high ethical code forbids her to let him die. She pauses to lay hands on him, reviving him to consciousness. Meanwhile Agerain is the first to Atrix’s “corpse,” feeling for a pulse. “He’s dead!” he crows down to Ontaya. “Already beyond your powers, witch.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Ontaya stares down with implacable rage at the groggy Avric. “You’ll pay before the law for this murder,” she vows, and punches him in the face with a mail-clad fist, knocking him out. Seconds later, she is by Atrix’s side, laying on hands – but her powers don’t affect Nina’s poison, and Atrix still shows no sign of pulse or breathing. Before Ontaya can do anything more, Agerain shouts, “To the wedding!” to Nina, and they run off. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Quick – after them!” Ash cries to Ontaya. Ontaya snatches up Avric’s sword, and the two of them also charge away. A few minutes later, Darren and Carwyn emerge from the library and quietly remove Atrix’s body, shrouding it in a cloth and placing it in a small wagon brought for the purpose before trundling it down to the town of Lynar.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>EMPLOYING HIS HIGH </strong>wisdom, Meeshak has managed to delay the Holy Chancellor with a theological debate on divine ends and means on the way to the wedding. They have only just arrived at the crowded chapel when the crowd from the duel storms in. “Atrix d’Loriad is dead!” calls Agerain to many gasps. “He was accidentally killed in a duel of his own choosing.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“It was no accident,” bellows Ontaya, just behind him. “Avric d’Aramant killed him with a poisoned blade, which I have here. Any priest can confirm the poisoning.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Marix d’Loriad rises to his feet, pale, while Atrix’s uncle Porphyry utters an earthy curse, and several young d’Loriads begin clamoring for vengeance. Young d’Nereins and d’Aramants start jeering back at them. Sarele, lovely at the altar in her wedding gown, looks merely perplexed. Ignoring Ontaya’s accusation, Agerain crows, “The wedding’s off!” – and Atrix’s cousin Kay goes for his throat. While he’s trying to fend Kay off, Ontaya picks him up and hurls him back against the chapel wall. To his dismay, Nina finds himself alone, facing an enraged, nearly berserk paladin in the center of a growing brawl.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The fracas is interrupted by the whinny of a horse outside. With Kyla close behind, Adgar bursts into the chapel and shouts, “This wedding is <em>not </em>off.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The room falls momentarily silent in confusion. Sarele goes pale and cries out, “No – no, you fools! He’s not dead. He’s not dead!”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Your grief is understandable, my dear,” Atrix’s roguish friend <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4410575-post25.html" target="_blank">Jaron</a> cuts in loudly, elbowing aside the d’Aramants to join Adgar, “but we all have to accept that our beloved Atrix is gone. And Adgar’s right – in the event of the groom’s death, the ring-brother is required by law to take his place.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Cousin Adgar strides to the front of the hall, flanked by Kyla, Ash, and cheering young d’Loriad cousins. “The d’Aramants planned to kill Atrix and remove me from Lynar to prevent this alliance from happening,” he says quietly to Chancellor Eliduc. “It’s too late for us to save Atrix, but this wedding <em>must</em> continue before they find another way to disrupt it.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Chancellor Eliduc raises his hands for calm. When that fails, Meeshak looms up beside him and grates, “<em><strong>Silence</strong></em>,” in his most witheringly Sistechern voice. This proves more effective. “Daughter,” Eliduc calls to Ontaya, “you agree with Agerain d’Aramant that Atrix d’Loriad is dead?”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“I saw his body and tried to heal him,” says Ontaya simply. “On my honor, he is dead.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Ignoring a chorus of protest from the d’Aramants and some of the d’Nereins, Chancellor Eliduc places Sarele’s stiff hand in Adgar’s. “In the name of Ain and by the laws of the Five Families of Senallin, I declare you to be husband and wife. May your union be a source of harmony between your Families...” He looks up with a wry smile. “...however unlikely that may seem at the moment.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>A HOST OF </strong>d’Aramants and d’Loriads spill squabbling out of the chapel. Castellan Reynalt arrives with an inadequate detachment of guards to restore order. A troubled Ontaya returns to the site of the duel, and finds that the poisoned Avric has fatally thrown himself on Agerain’s sword from the shame of losing another duel to Atrix (and for fear of Shect, though only Nina knows that). Atrix’s body is gone without trace, which is strange... but Jaron and Carwyn, both master rumor-mongers, successfully spread the story that the d’Aramants hid it so their poisoning could never be proven.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Meanwhile, under close escort from Ash, Kyla, and Alan, Adgar d’Loriad escorts his stunned bride to a well-guarded chamber in the d’Loriad keep. He shuts the door behind her, and goes into a nearby room to clean up from the long ride. When he emerges, he looks weary and a little uneasy. “Well. I think it’s time I had a long talk with my wife.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“You’ll make her a much, much better husband than Atrix would have,” says Kyla frankly.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Adgar gives a rueful laugh. “I hope she thinks so. Eventually.”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“I hope she thinks so tonight, coz,” says Alan with a grin. “In the morning we march to Arawai.”</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="havenstone, post: 4517926, member: 61094"] [b]Wedding Day[/b] [SIZE=2]“[B]WAKE UP, D'LORIAD[/B],” Kyla says, looking down at Adgar in the waning gray moonlight. “It’s your wedding day. If we make it back in time.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]They break camp before dawn, riding slowly so as to not strain their weary mounts. A few other riders drift past in the gloom on the great north road; Kyla watches each traveler warily for signs that it’s a bandit or d’Aramant sent to ensure that Adgar doesn’t get back to Lynar. Instead, just before sunrise, they crest a hill and hear a welcome voice from a stand of trees to their left. “Most auspicious of the Arawai!” [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4354425-post13.html"]Nurak[/URL] emerges, waving enthusiastically, leading two well-rested horses. “A certain Sufza heard that you might be seeking strong steeds on this matrimonial morning.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Adgar laughs jubilantly, then hesitates. “Where did he?...”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Don’t ask,” whispers Kyla, beaming as she dismounts to greet the skinny rogue.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B]BACK IN LYNAR[/B], a masked, black-clad Nina steals silently into Avric’s quarters. He checks to see that the sleeping draught he slipped into Avric’s drink the previous night had the intended effect. Satisfied, he doses the young d’Aramant’s sword with the poison intended for Atrix and withdraws as noiselessly as he came. At sunrise, Nina returns, this time dressed in his usual noble finery, and bangs loudly on the door. “Cousin! Time to get ready. You should really kill the d’Loriad [I]before [/I]he’s married.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Avric shakes himself groggily awake. “An... Anseron? I feel terrible.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Well, have a drink,” Nina says comfortingly, offering a steaming flagon of mixed herbs – including the antidote to the sleeping potion. “One of my uncles is a herbalist. This should help you feel your best for the duel.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B]LATER THAT MORNING [/B]in the d’Loriad palace, Atrix is briefing Carwyn, Darren, and Meeshak on their parts in the plan when his father bursts in. “Where are your cousins?” he roars. “They’re supposed to be watching you. You’re to be married in an hour!”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“They vanished yesterday, father,” Atrix says mournfully. “I believe they were ordered to Aradur by General Athriam to bring back the Aradurn host.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Marix d’Loriad eyes his son, skepticism and anger both plain on his face. “And who will be your ring-brother?”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Do I really need a ring-brother, father?” Atrix inquires, sounding impatient.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“To keep an eye on you if nothing else. I’ll be back in a heartbeat with your cousin... er, Serif. Don’t move.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Serif?” Atrix says incredulously when his father has disappeared down the hall. “He’s perpetually drunk. Father must really be desperate. Let’s get out of here.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]They swiftly elude Atrix’s parents, and the plan rolls into motion. Carwyn goes to Avric and Agerain and informs them that the Merle Tower is too close to Atrix’s relatives, who are hunting for him... so the duel will have to be relocated to the distant west wall of the palace, above the library postern. She then goes looking for Ontaya, to tell her about the location of the duel, just after it’s due to start. Meeshak goes to prepare for the wedding service with Chancellor Eliduc – and to delay it by any means necessary. Darren goes to wait at the library postern.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B]FINALLY, ATRIX GOES [/B]to stand with Ash on the wall above the great library of Lynar. It’s a cloudless noon when Agerain, Avric, and Nina arrive. For once, there’s no large entourage of cousins around them; Agerain is taking no risks of the duel being discovered by the castellan. Avric steps forward, bristling with energy and confidence. “Atrix [I]of[/I] the d’Loriads, are you ready for death?”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Atrix wrinkles his brow in scorn as he draws his sword and parrying dagger. There’s something irritatingly deliberate in the way Avric gave his name. To say that someone is “of” a Family means either that, like Ontaya, they were adopted into it or that they are illegitimate offspring. “That’s Atrix [I]d’Loriad [/I]to you,” Atrix retorts.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Poor boy. You don’t even know your own history,” Avric chuckles snidely. “Now you never will.” He brings his sword and dagger up, bares his teeth, and launches himself at Atrix.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]After three swift passes where both take minor wounds, Atrix thinks he sees the chance to disarm Avric like he did in their last encounter. To his nearly fatal shock, Avric parries with a flawless Swordsmark technique designed to counter disarm attempts – batting Atrix’s sword aside and coming within an inch of taking his head off in the same fluid movement. Atrix falls back with a deep gash in his chest, and almost immediately feels his breathing and heart begin to slow. His eyes blaze. “Poison, d’Aramant? What dishonor is this?”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Avric’s elated grin falters slightly. “What are you talking about, d’Loriad?”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]He’s distracted further by a deafening shout from the courtyard below: “[I]Stand down[/I]!” Ontaya has arrived on the scene, brandishing her sword. “Stand down, both of you, or be taken down.” She charges toward the stairs.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Atrix lashes out at his adversary, and the slightly flustered Avric counters with a disarming strike of his own. He succeeds, sending the young d’Loriad’s sword flying. With a roar of triumph, Avric closes in for the kill – and with typical stubborn panache, Atrix goes for a final disarmament attempt, using his parrying dagger. He catches Avric by surprise and manages to twist the blond d’Aramant’s saber out of his hand. Atrix catches it with his free hand, sniffs the blade, then runs his tongue along it and recoils at the bitterness. “Poison!” he cries again.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Ignore him!” Agerain shouts, tossing Avric another sword. The d’Aramant does his best to fend off a flurry of attacks from Atrix, but he is shaken by being once again disarmed by his rival – and the traces of poison remaining on the sword have begun to affect Avric, too. Despite struggling to breathe and remain conscious, Atrix finally manages to run Avric through with his own sword. The slack-jawed d’Aramant topples from the wall and falls twenty feet to land at Ontaya’s feet with a crunch. Atrix sinks into a motionless heap.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]To the whole party’s frustration – not least Ontaya’s own – the murderous Avric is still barely alive, and her high ethical code forbids her to let him die. She pauses to lay hands on him, reviving him to consciousness. Meanwhile Agerain is the first to Atrix’s “corpse,” feeling for a pulse. “He’s dead!” he crows down to Ontaya. “Already beyond your powers, witch.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Ontaya stares down with implacable rage at the groggy Avric. “You’ll pay before the law for this murder,” she vows, and punches him in the face with a mail-clad fist, knocking him out. Seconds later, she is by Atrix’s side, laying on hands – but her powers don’t affect Nina’s poison, and Atrix still shows no sign of pulse or breathing. Before Ontaya can do anything more, Agerain shouts, “To the wedding!” to Nina, and they run off. [/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Quick – after them!” Ash cries to Ontaya. Ontaya snatches up Avric’s sword, and the two of them also charge away. A few minutes later, Darren and Carwyn emerge from the library and quietly remove Atrix’s body, shrouding it in a cloth and placing it in a small wagon brought for the purpose before trundling it down to the town of Lynar.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B]EMPLOYING HIS HIGH [/B]wisdom, Meeshak has managed to delay the Holy Chancellor with a theological debate on divine ends and means on the way to the wedding. They have only just arrived at the crowded chapel when the crowd from the duel storms in. “Atrix d’Loriad is dead!” calls Agerain to many gasps. “He was accidentally killed in a duel of his own choosing.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“It was no accident,” bellows Ontaya, just behind him. “Avric d’Aramant killed him with a poisoned blade, which I have here. Any priest can confirm the poisoning.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Marix d’Loriad rises to his feet, pale, while Atrix’s uncle Porphyry utters an earthy curse, and several young d’Loriads begin clamoring for vengeance. Young d’Nereins and d’Aramants start jeering back at them. Sarele, lovely at the altar in her wedding gown, looks merely perplexed. Ignoring Ontaya’s accusation, Agerain crows, “The wedding’s off!” – and Atrix’s cousin Kay goes for his throat. While he’s trying to fend Kay off, Ontaya picks him up and hurls him back against the chapel wall. To his dismay, Nina finds himself alone, facing an enraged, nearly berserk paladin in the center of a growing brawl.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]The fracas is interrupted by the whinny of a horse outside. With Kyla close behind, Adgar bursts into the chapel and shouts, “This wedding is [I]not [/I]off.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]The room falls momentarily silent in confusion. Sarele goes pale and cries out, “No – no, you fools! He’s not dead. He’s not dead!”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“Your grief is understandable, my dear,” Atrix’s roguish friend [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4410575-post25.html"]Jaron[/URL] cuts in loudly, elbowing aside the d’Aramants to join Adgar, “but we all have to accept that our beloved Atrix is gone. And Adgar’s right – in the event of the groom’s death, the ring-brother is required by law to take his place.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Cousin Adgar strides to the front of the hall, flanked by Kyla, Ash, and cheering young d’Loriad cousins. “The d’Aramants planned to kill Atrix and remove me from Lynar to prevent this alliance from happening,” he says quietly to Chancellor Eliduc. “It’s too late for us to save Atrix, but this wedding [I]must[/I] continue before they find another way to disrupt it.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Chancellor Eliduc raises his hands for calm. When that fails, Meeshak looms up beside him and grates, “[I][B]Silence[/B][/I],” in his most witheringly Sistechern voice. This proves more effective. “Daughter,” Eliduc calls to Ontaya, “you agree with Agerain d’Aramant that Atrix d’Loriad is dead?”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“I saw his body and tried to heal him,” says Ontaya simply. “On my honor, he is dead.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Ignoring a chorus of protest from the d’Aramants and some of the d’Nereins, Chancellor Eliduc places Sarele’s stiff hand in Adgar’s. “In the name of Ain and by the laws of the Five Families of Senallin, I declare you to be husband and wife. May your union be a source of harmony between your Families...” He looks up with a wry smile. “...however unlikely that may seem at the moment.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B]A HOST OF [/B]d’Aramants and d’Loriads spill squabbling out of the chapel. Castellan Reynalt arrives with an inadequate detachment of guards to restore order. A troubled Ontaya returns to the site of the duel, and finds that the poisoned Avric has fatally thrown himself on Agerain’s sword from the shame of losing another duel to Atrix (and for fear of Shect, though only Nina knows that). Atrix’s body is gone without trace, which is strange... but Jaron and Carwyn, both master rumor-mongers, successfully spread the story that the d’Aramants hid it so their poisoning could never be proven.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Meanwhile, under close escort from Ash, Kyla, and Alan, Adgar d’Loriad escorts his stunned bride to a well-guarded chamber in the d’Loriad keep. He shuts the door behind her, and goes into a nearby room to clean up from the long ride. When he emerges, he looks weary and a little uneasy. “Well. I think it’s time I had a long talk with my wife.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“You’ll make her a much, much better husband than Atrix would have,” says Kyla frankly.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Adgar gives a rueful laugh. “I hope she thinks so. Eventually.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]“I hope she thinks so tonight, coz,” says Alan with a grin. “In the morning we march to Arawai.”[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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