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ip and tapping
against his nose-ring). Yinling Joytoy accepted the parchment, bowed and
jumped off the table. His gaze followed Yinling's lithe form as Yinling Joytoy ran
off. He wondered if the King would object to him having a go
afterwards.
* * * * *
`He's late, as usual.' grumbled Bargeld, sitting on a stool at the
end of the table in the War Room; the only one available that
evening, the other conference rooms being taken up with the King's
`Looks Like We Beat The Snot Out Of The Humans - Again' celebration.
Bjerin, a tall, nervous Troll with battle-axe ear-rings, muttered
something placating and took another toke of the foul-smelling herbs
in his pipe. Mariy, dressed in Yinling's shapeless grey kitchen-smock,
sat quietly in the corner, puzzling over the message Yinling Joytoy had
delivered for Kargoon (she had memorised it). Bargeld hopped off
the stool and scuttled towards the door, which suddenly swung open,
catching him a violent blow on the head and knocking him off his
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