Luke sidled closer to him and murmured in his ear: “Can you understand them? I do not like the way they are looking at us!” “Of course I can understand them. What, you don’t even know elvish?” Elliot asked. “Fine swordsister you are.” “What?” Luke asked, and Elliot snickered. After an exasperated pause, Luke said: “What are they saying?” “Are you sure you want to know?” “Yes.” “Quite, quite sure?” “Yes!” “Well, if you’re really sure,” Elliot said blandly. “That one with the black braid just said you were a pretty, pretty thing and looked like you’d be a fun afternoon.” Luke went a slow,
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