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The
charlatan
shook
at
the
sound
of
the
voice
.
He
was
not
a
fearful
man
;
there
were
not
many
things
of
which
he
was
afraid
.
But
the
voice
of
the
white-haired
man
contained
them
all
.
And
a
few
others
in
addition
.
With
a
superhuman
effort
of
the
will
,
he
overcame
the
fear
crawling
in
his
viscera
like
some
foul
insect
.
"
Huh
?
"
He
feigned
astonishment
.
"
What
?
Who
?
What
did
you
say
?
"
The
man
bent
over
and
Myhrman
saw
his
face
.
He
saw
his
eyes
.
And
the
sight
made
his
stomach
slip
right
down
to
his
rectum
.
"
Do
n't
beat
about
the
bush
,
Myhrman
,
do
n't
twist
up
your
tail
.
"
The
familiar
voice
of
Shani
,
the
medical
student
came
from
the
shadows
.
"
When
I
was
here
three
days
ago
,
here
,
in
this
high-backed
chair
,
at
this
table
,
sat
a
gentleman
in
a
cloak
lined
with
musk-rat
.
He
was
drinking
wine
,
and
you
never
entertain
anybody
-
only
the
best
of
friends
.
He
flirted
with
me
,
brazenly
urged
me
to
go
dancing
at
the
Three
Little
Bells
.
I
even
had
to
slap
his
hand
because
he
was
starting
to
fondle
me
,
remember
?
And
you
said
:
"
Leave
her
alone
,
Master
Rience
,
do
n't
frighten
her
,
I
needs
must
be
on
good
terms
with
the
little
academics
and
do
business
"
.
And
you
both
chuckled
,
you
and
your
Master
Rience
with
the
burned
face
.
So
do
n't
start
playing
dumb
now
because
you
're
not
dealing
with
someone
dumber
than
yourself
.
Talk
while
you
're
still
being
asked
politely
.
"
Oh
,
you
cocksure
little
student
,
thought
the
charlatan
.
You
treach
-
erous
creep
,
you
red-haired
hussy
,
I
'm
going
to
find
you
and
pay
you
back
...
Just
let
me
get
myself
out
of
this
.
"
What
Rience
?
"
he
yelped
,
writhing
,
trying
in
vain
to
free
himself
from
the
heel
pressing
down
on
his
breast-bone
.
"
And
how
am
I
to
know
who
he
is
and
where
he
is
?
All
sorts
come
here
,
what
am
I
-
?
"
The
white-haired
man
leaned
over
further
,
slowly
pulling
the
dagger
from
his
other
boot
while
pressing
down
harder
on
the
charlatan
's
chest
with
his
first
.
