“We’ve nothing more to discuss!” “But we’ve still got the main course!” “It’s liver,” said Hildi. “Ah! Bernille does it so it just…” and Orso closed his eyes, touched his lips and let his fingers flutter gently off, “melts away to nothing. You know.” He opened his eyes and smiled. “Like excuses for rebellion.” “You mind if I…?” Hildi was already poised over Leo’s half-eaten fish with a fork in her hand. “Have at it,” he snarled as he turned for the door. “I’ll see you on the battlefield.” Orso almost choked on his wine. “Bloody hell, I hope not.”
