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She blinked at a fierce look from the woman in blue. Was he thinking about the Sea Folk while she hugged him? He should be, really. She could not have screamed, although that was what she wanted to do. Thrusting her head and the lantern into Marigan's tiny tent, she found it empty.

You could not expect a man to be sensible, but even men were not that scatterbrained. They were in the bedchamber, a flower-carved red bedpost hard between his shoulder blades. You should never have left it. She would not hope too much.