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Halleck
kicked
the
door
shut
with
one
heel
.
“
You
’
d
rather
I
came
to
play
games
,
I
know
,
”
he
said
.
He
glanced
around
the
room
,
noting
that
Hawat
’
s
men
already
had
been
over
it
,
checking
,
making
it
safe
for
a
duke
’
s
heir
.
The
subtle
code
signs
were
all
around
.
Paul
watched
the
rolling
,
ugly
man
set
himself
back
in
motion
,
veer
toward
the
training
table
with
the
load
of
weapons
,
saw
the
nine
-
string
baliset
slung
over
Gurney
’
s
shoulder
with
the
multipick
woven
through
the
strings
near
the
head
of
the
fingerboard
.
Halleck
dropped
the
weapons
on
the
exercise
table
,
lined
them
up
—
the
rapiers
,
the
bodkins
,
the
kindjals
,
the
slow
-
pellet
stunners
,
the
shield
belts
.
The
inkvine
scar
along
his
jawline
writhed
as
he
turned
,
casting
a
smile
across
the
room
.
“
So
you
don
’
t
even
have
a
good
morning
for
me
,
you
young
imp
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
And
what
barb
did
you
sink
in
old
Hawat
?
He
passed
me
in
the
hall
like
a
man
running
to
his
enemy
’
s
funeral
.
”
Paul
grinned
.
Of
all
his
father
’
s
men
,
he
liked
Gurney
Halleck
best
,
knew
the
man
’
s
moods
and
deviltry
,
his
humors
,
and
thought
of
him
more
as
a
friend
than
as
a
hired
sword
.
Halleck
swung
the
baliset
off
his
shoulder
,
began
tuning
it
.
“
If
y
’
won
’
t
talk
,
y
’
won
’
t
,
”
he
said
.
Paul
stood
,
advanced
across
the
room
,
calling
out
:
“
Well
,
Gurney
,
do
we
come
prepared
for
music
when
it
’
s
fighting
time
?
”
“
So
it
’
s
sass
for
our
elders
today
,
”
Halleck
said
.
He
tried
a
chord
on
the
instrument
,
nodded
.
“
Where
’
s
Duncan
Idaho
?
”
Paul
asked
.
“
Isn
’
t
he
supposed
to
be
teaching
me
weaponry
?
”
