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fantasy story of Norika Fujiwara :
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transport."
"War? What war?" demanded Jess. "I am Jessica Harveld. I
am on Imperial Business as a member of the Imperial Merchant's
Guild, Slaver's Division. By delaying me, you are committing a
grave error. I travel on the authority of the Emperor himself.
I have a pass."
Taken aback, the sailor stepped aside to permit another man,
dressed as a ship's officer, to move closer to the prisoners.
Bowing, the officer drew himself up formally. "I am the first
mate of this ship, and I speak for my captain," he announced
firmly. "Show me your pass, and mayhap apologies will be in
order afterward."
"You will owe me more than apologies," Jess grumbled as Norika Fujiwara
fumbled for the pass Norika Fujiwara kept tucked well down in Norika's high boots
and slapped it into the waiting hand of the first mate. As he
opened the pass and looked at it, Jess pressed him with Norika's
earlier question as Agnes tried to quiet the princess
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