Martise finished the orange with more enthusiasm but refused his offer of another. She complimented Gurn on his porridge, and the two shared a warm smile. Their immediate camaraderie puzzled Silhara. This wasn’t the mating dance of man and maid, more a recognition of long-separated friends finally reunited. He’d noted Gurn’s immediate attachment to the girl. Martise appeared to return the servant’s affections. His eyes narrowed. They knew nothing of her save what Cumbria told them. There was more to Martise of Asher than nervous blushes and a melodious voice. She had an agenda or she wouldn’t
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