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“You sure you’d not be wanting more, ser?” The ample Adelya stood in the archway from the kitchen to the breakfast room.

Kharl smiled as he eased back the straight-backed oak chair and stood. He glanced down at the green-trimmed white plate-it was the plain china-on which remained a half slice of egg toast. “More, Adelya? I couldn’t finish everything you cooked. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten so well.” That wasn’t quite true. He’d eaten that well as Lord Ghrant’s guest in Dykaru, but, he reflected, he’d never eaten under his own roof as he had for the last two eightdays.

He still had trouble believing that he was lord of Cantyl. He’d studied the figures laid out in the ledger by Speltar, the estate steward, and seen and counted the golds in the strong room below. He was wealthy, if modestly so by the standards of lords, and that was something he’d never expected, never dreamed. Not for a man who had been a cooper in Brysta most of his life, and a carpenter’s assistant on the Seastag after he’d been forced into exile by Lord West’s son Egen.

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