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and soon is soon
Feeling freshly full of guilt from a light, but nevertheless effective, scolding from Bethberry, Degas sheathed his temper in the same motion as with the sword. Handing it with thanks to Eodwine, he caught the most recent bit of conversation... Eodwine after a wife. Still breathing heavily, he rasped a tease.
"Well, I know I've not been here long, but I think you and Ruthven might make quite the pair."
"Quite the pair indeed!" choked Falco, spraying his drink.
"I hate to interrupt," he said with a frown, "but I'm afraid we are not out of the action just yet... My brother is on his way to bring our sister home, and she has yet to realize that I am even her twin. He will take her with no words against it, for he will simply see it as her being obstenent, and I fear for him... she is small, but knows many things, if not her own family." He looked sadly to her, pleading to his companions silently for help.
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