Book:    Crown Duel
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The man came around, set a cup down by my hand. "Are you very uncomfortable?"
"Does it matter?" I said, and wrapped my chilled hands around the cup--which was not of the battered metal I'd expected, but very fine ceramic. Exquisite gilding ran round the lip, a stylized braid of argan leaves.
"Whether it does or not, you shall have a better conveyance on the morrow," he said. "Drink your tea and sleep. We shall continue our discourse when you have had some rest."
I couldn't resist one more crack. "Is that a promise or a threat?"
He just smiled.

( Sherwood Smith )
[ Crown Duel ]
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