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"Tactics, my dear girl, is what you did with those bandits. It’s immediate planning for the immediate problem. Strategy is the long view, the movement of armies and a plan that covers an entire battle or war."
lady—I threw you into a door.
"Some nobles would kill a servant for doing that. You know its so, my lady!" "I do," Kel said grimly. "Nobles like that aren’t worthy of the title.
"You are a bloody-minded savage," he informed Owen sternly. "I hope you are kidnapped by centaurs."
"Good," Neal told him sternly. "I hope he manages you with a whip and a chair, like a wild animal in a show." "He hardly ever uses the whip," Cleon replied in his loftiest tone. "I am so much better than his last squire."
"You’re like butter with the staff, butter with no cow hairs in it, all smooth and clean,"
"I think I could flirt about as well as my gelding dances," Kel said frankly.
"I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil."
Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn’t wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring."
"All right, how’s this? He knows you’re far better than most of us, and he’s trying to make you better still." When Kel blinked at him, Neal shrugged. "Or we could go back to him being a Stump who lives to torture you. I like that one better anyway."
"Has it occurred to you I don’t want to marry?"
My GIRL
"Please, my lady," pleaded Lalasa, "put yourself in my shoes! You’ll get me in trouble. His kind can make it hard for servants. He speaks to his mother, who speaks to the chamberlain, who speaks to a steward, who puts my uncle out of work. How will you know it was done? How will you know it even came because of this? In two years you’ll be gone, and Uncle and I will still be here. Listen to me."
"You will pay for that, on the practice courts," she informed him. Owen promptly went over and clapped Neal on the shoulder. "It was good knowing you," he told the older boy solemnly.
"Gods, Mindelan," he said, "I would you had been born a boy."
