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Karigan pinched her eyebrows together, and glanced at Silva who s her “sir” was an accepted eccentricity on Cetchum’s part

A cook set a plate of eggs and haan, as well as a loaf of bread just drawn from the oven Cetchum pushed a pot of creamy butter toward her

Karigan, however, couldn’t eat until she heard about Fergal “How is Rider Duff?” she asked

“The lad is fine,” Cetchus around his words “Or will be Needs his rest, so says Mender Gills”

Karigan closed her eyes in relief Relief that she would not have to return Fergal’s body back to Sacor City

“The young man will be transferred here for the duration,” Silva said

“Here?” Karigan had notFergal into a brothel was like dropping a candle in a hay barn At Silva’s raised eyebrow, she said, “Uh, I a’s business”

“Perhaps” Silva sipped froan “You are of Clan G’ladheon, are you not?”

Karigan nodded, wondering what this had to do with anything

Silva sh you must favor your mother”

“You know an did not like where this conversation was leading

Silva’s senerous friend and patron I ato your superiors why you spent the night in a brothel, does it not? It would appear inappropriate, I would guess, for the madam of a brothel to present a Rider seal at tax time for reimbursement”

“My father?” was all Karigan could say, appalled How in the world did he know Silva? What was he doing visiting a brothel? Well, she knehat, but why? She knehy, too, but–but—her father?

“You are an said, certain of Silva’s error, certain of what she knew of her father He would never patronize a brothel

“No, dear, I aood deal of clan business from here”

A blackness flooded Karigan’s vision “No,” she whispered Everything she believed and thought she kneas cast into oblivion; the world was falling out from beneath her