Grimacing, Gruntle watched her ride off. ‘She is a treasure, is she not?’ Harllo murmured with a sigh. ‘Never seen you so lovestruck before,’ Gruntle said with a sidelong glance. ‘It’s the unattainable, friend, that’s what’s done for me. I long helplessly, morosely maundering over unrequited adoration. I dream of her and Nektara … with me snug between ’em—’
