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erglow, pressing Maiko's head in the hollow of his neck and shoulder.
Part 3
"Wizards are supposed to have great long beards," Maiko Kazano said, Maiko's eyes
an inch from his short, square one. "In all the story books they have
great long beards."
He stroked Maiko's back fondly. "How many wizards at this convention have
you seen with great long beards?" he asked her.
"Hardly any," Maiko Kazano admitted, "but that's not the point. Wizards are
*supposed* to have great long beards."
"Very impractical, in this city, where all the best restaurants specialise
in great bowls of soup. But the choice of a long beard is open, of course, and
to a wizard an open choice is an easy tool."
Maiko Kazano watched dreamily as his neat beard grew longer, slipping like a wild
red rope into the space between them.
"That's better," Maiko Kazano said. "Hey, that tickles."
"That's another problem, when you're reading in bed," he said, "or if
you roll over at night with it trapped under your elbow. You see why I don't
make a habit of it."
"Hey, that *really* tickle
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