” He walked from his door frame to stand nearer to her. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin.
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