It suddenly occurred to him, almostwith the force of getting spellstruck, that being a pretty girl could carrydisadvantages. Merovec wasn't shyabout letting the marshal know what he thought of that: it infuriated him. The air was not. Krasta had drunk enough brandy to need a few seconds to realize what that meant.
No, not much: not much he deserves, I mean. His broad shoulderswent up and down in a shrug. Don't worry about that. climbed the stairs.
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