Greetings showered us and Emerson's countenance brightened, even when Nefret or I delayed to examine a jewel or a length of gold-woven brocade from Damascus. He went on talking, since his matter-of-fact manner seemed to have put her more at ease. She pulled it back, and heard splinters snap as Emerson enlarged the hole. Time to go.
Where do you live? That would be nice, Nefret said, tactfully avoiding an answer. With Bertie and Lia and Nefret, and his wife, Emerson had a staff more than adequate for his requirements. Her head was tilted, her expression abstracted. David and Evelyn had gone to the Castle, but Bertie was with us and so was Sennia.
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