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I ll wager tis shortly, all right.
His laconic smile vanished. Your attempt at humor is ill-timed. I suggest you lighten your attitude instead
and it will be the better for you. You may call me Koliac.
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Ow about Colon instead? Or, if you d prefer a little more familiarity, Shithead.
One thing for the Baron: He was not easily nonplussed. Please, no simple bucolic obscenities. If you are
going to call me names, at least strive for inventiveness.
That sparked an idea. Not a great one, but her options were pretty limited. You want to see inventive?
I ll show you inventive. She straightened. You d better open that door right now, or I won t be
responsible for the orrible things that ll ensue.
Krasvin took a dainty, measured step forward, grinning unpleasantly. That s all right. I will.
She retreated from the vicinity of the mirror. I m warnin you; I m a spellsinger, I am.
His grin widened. Oh, surely. And you are about to turn me into a newt.
I mean it. I ll do it.
You certainly will, Krasvin assured her, willingly or otherwise. You know, I ve never met a
spellsinger, but I ve heard of them. Do not their mystic conjurations require instrumental accompaniment?
I know for a fact that you do not have an instrument on you. At least, not a musical one.
She found herself being backed toward the bed, which was not a preferred line of retreat. Ere now,
don t you realize that you re a very offensive person?
Oh, surely. It s an integral part of my personality. But I ve learned to live with it. I noticed that you like
your gown. It was originally sewn for a lady mink, but I had it modified especially for you.
You needn t ave bothered.
No bother.
Doesn t it trouble you that I m an otter an not a mink?
On the contrary, I find the differences intriguing rather than disconcerting. Besides which, my tastes are
quite broad. As soon as I set eyes on you I knew that an inevitable succession of events was about to
commence. These will conclude presently. And I grow tired of talking.
She looked around desperately, but there was only the single high window and the one door. She
considered taking a running jump at the stained glass, but it was a foolish notion. Otters were adept at
many kinds of physical exertion, but with their short legs running jumps could not be counted among
them. If they d been in the water, now . . .
The door would surely be guarded. There was no other potential exit, not even a fireplace. Only the
bed, several chests full of clothing, the canopy over the bed which was too fragile to support anyone, a
couple of chairs, the oval mirror, the cold cut-slate floor, the single glowbulb high above, and the two
freestanding oil lamps.
Those were her only potential weapons. But minks were quick. If she threw a lamp and missed, she
doubted it would improve his disposition any. And he could always call for help.
She decided to try another tack. Please, good sir; me friends and I are just passing through this part o
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the world. They ll come lookin for me, don t you know. One o them is a rich an powerful merchant.
Who has to haggle for a bargain in the marketplace. As he advanced she saw that Krasvin s teeth
were very white, and very sharp.
She bumped up against the bed frame and started edging sideways. While undeniably beautiful, the dress
was a definite hindrance. Perhaps that was the idea.
Stay away from me.
On the contrary, I intend to get quite close to you. Bear in mind that I have gone to some trouble and
expense to position you in your present circumstances. I have no intention of letting you leave until we
have come to know each other much better. So to speak. A number of times.
I think I know you as well as I want to already. She made it around the foot of the bed, and he
followed relentlessly, making no move to rush her, clearly enjoying the athletic foreplay. Eventually she
would tire, and there was nowhere else for her to go. They all came to that realization eventually.
Come now, he chided her. I m not such a bad fellow. I assure you from experience that our minor
tribal differences will not hinder mutual revelation. Haven t you ever wondered if what they say about
minks is true?
Not even from an academic standpoint, she shot back.
You re lying, but that s okay. You re going to get answers to questions you never thought to ask. How
old are you, by the way? His persistent stare was base and clinical. Not very, I d wager. Just beginning
to bloom. Delightful. Despite his veneer of sophistication, he was all but drooling on the floor.
He was closer now, one paw extended.
Keep away from me! She whirled and raced to the other side of the bed.
As Krasvin advanced purposefully, she removed the oil lamp from its metal holder and set the flaming
crystal container aside, wielding the metal pole which had formerly supported it like a lance. Krasvin was
not intimidated.
That dress flatters every line of your body, you know.
No closer! She gestured wamingly with the tip of the lamp pole.
He halted. Oh, my. You have armed yourself. I fear I must rethink my intentions. He turned his back
on her.
She didn t relax even slightly. Get out. Through the door, go on. I ll just wait in ere for me friends.
He peered back over his shoulder, the earring bobbing above his fur. Anything else you d like me to do
for you? Any other demands? No? He turned and dropped his eyes momentarily. An instant later he
was upon her.
Normally there wasn t a creature alive an agile mink couldn t run down. But despite being slightly stouter
of build, otters were nearly as quick. She threw the lamp pole as soon as he made his move. He twisted
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lithely, knocking it to the floor with both hands. It landed between them, clanging against the stone floor.
As soon as the pole left her fingers, she grabbed up the lamp and heaved it. Again the Baron dodged.
The lamp just missed his head, landing a good distance behind him and shattering against the slate.
Flaming oil spread along the grout between the stones.
Krasvin glanced at the fire, which would burn itself out harmlessly, before turning back to her. Don t
you find it warm enough in here already? You should save your strength. You re going to need it. He
resumed his measured advance. Has it not occurred to you by now that I have followed this exact
scenario through to its inevitable conclusion many times before this, and that I am familiar with anything
you might do or try? Much as I enjoy these little games, I don t see any sense in prolonging them. You
will not leave this chamber until I say so. Meanwhile, why not give in to reality and make it as easy as
possible on yourself?
Neena seemed to slump. I guess . . .! guess you re right. She dropped her head, adopting what she
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