The long-bodied bumbler seemed to descend each step in two stages, like a double trailer taking speed-bumps. “Perhaps that’s all it is, or something like. He looked a little too much like the village idiot for comfort, Susannah thought, and again had to restrain herself from throwing an elbow into his side to get that doltish look off his face. He could see the holes the bumbler’s teeth had made, and blood was still crusted in his palm and on his wrist, but the hand itself no longer hurt.
”“May yours rise twice. “Nay, that was only a thank-you, and one thank-you should be enough for a gentleman. TRY ME WITH ANOTHER RIDDLE. If I’m right in what I suspect and he found out, he could send her west!” She almost moaned this, as if comprehending it as a real fact for the first time.
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