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“Maintenance is what I do, idiot,”
“There are many kinds of war, Littlemouse.”
Rowl said smugly, “This one has her priorities well sorted. Tell her my favorite food.”
“He has no idea how terrible your accent is,” Rowl observed.
He watched without moving, but settled his feet into a good place to allow him to throw himself at the enemy’s eyes should he attempt anything harmful.
“I am Rowl, kit of Maul, lord and master of the Silent Paws—and I am her second.”
“Littlemouse,” came Rowl’s voice from behind her. “Remember who you are. This creature wants to take it from you. Do not let him.”
“Ah,” Albion said. He did not say it with much enthusiasm. “Is there anything more specific you can tell me?” Ferus considered that. “Doorknobs are extremely complex technology.”
“Rowl, my friend, you are at times a perfect little monster.” Rowl gave his tail a disdainful flick. “I am a perfect everything.”
“Convenient would have been yesterday. Now will suffice.”
If Grimm was able to command such respect even from humans with very large hats, he might make suitable help, and even humans were wise enough to realize that good help was the most elusive of quarries.
“I love you,” Journeyman said to the lift crystal. He kissed it and spread his arms across its surface in an embrace. “I love you. You big, beautiful beast, I want you to marry me. I want you to bear my children.”
He glanced up to find Sorellin staring at him, frowning. “Let me put it this way, sir. If ever you meet an etherealist who does not seem odd, you will have ample reason for caution. An etherealist who speaks to things that are not there and cannot track the day of the week is par for the course. One who is perfectly well dressed, calmly spoken, and inviting you to tea? That is someone to be feared.”
Do permit me to pour you tea, Sergeant Ciriaco,” Cavendish purred.
Rowl sniffed. “It is a proper task for a Whisker. I am a prince. I have princely business to attend.” “What business?” Mirl asked. “Is it not perfectly obvious?” Rowl rose and began to pad calmly toward the proper tunnels. “I am going to conquer the Nine-Claws.”
