Behind each chair stood a house slave in thegreen uniform of the Company, ready to recharge glass and plate withnimble white-gloved hands. He sat back and watched with a grin on his face, sipping athis mug, while Llewellyn arranged the golden coins in neat stacks onthe top of the keg. The minutes passed slowly, and then suddenly Hal saw it. Not even aglimmer, but a soft luminescence, so nebulous that he doubted his eyes,especially as Aboli beside him had shown no sign of seeing it.
In converting her to aprivateer, he had been at pains to preserve her innocent air andprosaic lines. They would want for nothing. They wereboth worried men, for there was no sign of life in the broken figurethat lay between them. The firstdoor he tried was locked.
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