“Nephew,” said the Regent. Laurent had come with soft, padding grace into the tent. There was an aseptic lack of expression in the cool blue eyes, and it was very clear that vicious mood was an understatement. The Regent said, “Your brother never had any difficulty running down a mark without slaughtering his horse. But we aren’t going to talk about that.” “Aren’t we?” said Laurent. “Nicaise tells me you influenced Torveld to bargain for the slaves. Why do it in secret?” said the Regent. His gaze tracked over Laurent slowly and consideringly. “I suppose the real question is what motivated you
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