He put an arm around her. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. But it was not so ordered. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead.
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