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"
Exactly
!
"
exclaimed
Vera
Loewenhaupt
.
"
And
where
is
he
?
"
"
He
's
fled
,
"
ascertained
Sheldon
Skaggs
,
gazing
at
the
empty
place
under
the
oak
.
"
Taken
the
money
and
fled
without
saying
goodbye
.
Very
elf-like
!
"
"
Dwarf-like
!
"
squealed
Ironware
.
"
Human-like
,
"
corrected
the
tall
elf
,
and
the
beauty
in
the
toque
rested
her
head
against
his
shoulder
.
"
Hey
,
minstrel
,
"
said
Mama
Lantieri
,
striding
into
the
room
without
knocking
,
the
scents
of
hyacinths
,
sweat
,
beer
and
smoked
bacon
wafting
before
her
.
"
You
've
got
a
guest
.
Enter
,
noble
gentleman
.
"
Dandilion
smoothed
his
hair
and
sat
up
in
the
enormous
carved
armchair
.
The
two
girls
sitting
on
his
lap
quickly
jumped
up
,
covering
their
charms
and
pulling
down
their
disordered
clothes
.
The
modesty
of
harlots
,
thought
the
poet
,
was
not
at
all
a
bad
title
for
a
ballad
.
He
got
to
his
feet
,
fastened
his
belt
and
pulled
on
his
doublet
,
all
the
while
looking
at
the
nobleman
standing
at
the
threshold
.
"
Indeed
,
"
he
remarked
,
"
you
know
how
to
find
me
anywhere
,
though
you
rarely
pick
an
opportune
moment
.
You
're
lucky
I
'd
not
yet
decided
which
of
these
two
beauties
I
prefer
.
And
at
your
prices
,
Lantieri
,
I
can
not
afford
them
both
.
"
Mama
Lantieri
smiled
in
sympathy
and
clapped
her
hands
.
Both
girls
--
a
fair-skinned
,
freckled
islander
and
a
dark-haired
half-elf
--
swiftly
left
the
room
.
The
man
at
the
door
removed
his
cloak
and
handed
it
to
Mama
along
with
a
small
but
well-filled
money-bag
.
"
Forgive
me
,
master
,
"
he
said
,
approaching
the
table
and
making
himself
comfortable
.
"
I
know
this
is
not
a
good
time
to
disturb
you
.
But
you
disappeared
out
from
beneath
the
oak
so
quickly
...
I
did
not
catch
you
on
the
High
Road
as
I
had
intended
and
did
not
immediately
come
across
your
tracks
in
this
little
town
.
I
'll
not
take
much
of
your
time
,
believe
me
--
"
"
They
always
say
that
,
and
it
's
always
a
lie
,
"
the
bard
interrupted
.
"
Leave
us
alone
,
Lantieri
,
and
see
to
it
that
we
're
not
disturbed
.
I
'm
listening
,
sir
.
"
