“Fine, I suppose. What about Aemonn, why keep him around?” “I ask myself that every day.” I stopped still. “Luther Corbois, did you just make a joke?” “It’s been known to happen on occasion.” His hand slid to my back to nudge me forward and lingered there as I resumed my pace. “What about Taran, why is he there?” “Mostly to keep me from killing Aemonn.” “Luther,” I gasped. “Two jokes in one day! You’re going to need a nap to recover from this excitement.”
