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Don t worry, said N Rae. It s her natural reaction to life. She bristles whenever you don t do
something exactly as she thought you would. N Rae shrugged. She ll be over it in a trice, and quite
often it will be ten or fifteen minutes before she gets all riled up about something again.
The minneken s body stiffened. Her whiskers quivered above a pinched mouth. You, young lady, are
taking on airs, talking like you know more than you do. Kindly remember your place.
N Rae raised her fingertips to her lips, and her face went from its natural alabaster tone to ruby in a
matter of seconds. I m sorry, Mistress Seeno. I didn t think.
Nonsense, fumed the little woman. Of course you were thinking. No one ceases thinking. The
problem is you thought only in one narrow line. Your focus was on this Regidor person with his charming
smile and dashing ways. You spoke in a context of two, you and him. But you don t live in a context of
two. Your life is intertwined with many more than just two.
Jue Seeno stood even straighter and glared with piercing black eyes. And I, young lady, am your
protector. It is my duty to bristle.
Here, now. Granny Kye s deep, gentle voice intervened. Are we having a fuss? Let s have tea
instead. It s still some time until our evening meal, and everyone is a bit excited.
She shooed the boys off to help with chores. I ll call you as soon as the tea is ready and there is a
daggart to be eaten, she promised, then turned to the handsome new addition to their party.
Bromptotterpindosset wishes to speak to you when you have a moment.
You might as well go with him, Squire Bardon, Mistress Seeno piped up. The three of us can make
the tea without your assistance.
Bardon and Regidor inclined their heads and moved off to join the tumanhofer.
When they were a few steps away, Regidor commented quietly, The question is, Can the three of them
make peace without your assistance?
Bardon chortled. I believe they can. Granny Kye has a calming influence on Jue Seeno. He paused.
You may think that the little minneken is harsh, but she has a huge responsibility. Granny Kye does little
to stem her granddaughter s impulsiveness, so the role of protector falls squarely on the minneken s
shoulders.
So this marione Holt is one of N Rae s admirers?
I m not sure, Regidor. Would you mind looking at him and seeing what measure he exhibits?
Regidor searched for Holt and caught sight of the marione bending over the fire with one of the female
riders at his side. He studied the young man. The colors flowing around his person are mostly in
harmony. That would verify he is comfortable with his present circumstances. Underneath, he has rifts of
displeasure, contrasting tones in one color indicating tension. A lack of uniformity would indicate he is
unsettled in his desire and motivation. The serenity of Wulder s influence is definitely missing. His measure
is variable, at best.
So is he a good addition to the questing party or not?
Regidor shrugged. I would say that is as undecided as the young man s aspirations.
I have a coin given to me by Paladin. It is supposed to help me discern whether a person is in direct
conflict with the purpose of our quest.
Interesting. Regidor returned his attention to Bardon. Somewhat like the metal disk that has already
confirmed Kale has found her lost mother and will tell her if she has found her lost father?
Yes.
Useful.
Not in Holt s case. I ve tried it several times and gotten different degrees of heat each time.
Then I say we keep an eye on him.
36
TRADITION
Under a tarp set up to provide shade, the mapmaker had erected chairs and a collapsible table to display
his treasures. Books, charts, and maps covered the sturdy table. Bardon sat on a trunk cushioned by a
pillow. He could not work up an eagerness to view this hoard of knowledge one more time.
Bromptotterpindosset and Regidor pored over the diary of Cadden Glas and the mapmaker s charts.
The meech dragon pointed out mountain ranges he had already explored and made minor corrections to
the scale and scope of the sketches before him. The tumanhofer interpreted both Glas s notations on the
diary maps and the daily entries.
After an hour, the meech dragon began translating the pages with much less difficulty than his instructor.
Bardon laughed at his friend s ability to grasp the nuances of a language so quickly, but the mapmaker
stared open-mouthed. He slammed his mouth shut, furrowed his brow in a fierce frown, and shook his
finger at the meech.
What s this? Were you lying to me? demanded the enraged tumanhofer.
No. Bardon leaned forward from where he sat watching the two. He has always learned at a
phenomenal rate. Didn t the meech you encountered in Punipmats exhibit incredible mental abilities?
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