Inensa raised an eyebrow and poured for him. "It
is... the half that is not mine... of your parentage... and your name in the
eyes of Arko... that I was thinking of."
He accepted the eggshell thin cup from her glove
and raised it to her with a slight smile.
She pointedly did not look at him as she poured for herself. And took another tiny cake. "You think, my son, I am being an
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