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They would have gone on arguing, but Sidroc shouted Fire! anddashed out of the room. Steam and a sweet, spicy smell rose from it: hot mulled cider in there, unlessFemao's nose had lost its cleverness. The rest of thetime, though, he'd been drunk on words. He spoke as if reading from a script.

I don't see any point to bothering, replied the commoner who'drisen from the ranks. He leaned back in his seat and whistled anoff-color song and watched the Algarvian landscape fiow by outside thecoach. Pckka made a point of eating faster than hspringing up while he had a mouthful so she could set the kitchell M did iter . It soundedmore as if someone had kicked the door, but much too high up to makethat likely, either.