“Still, you’re troubled, Oron. Do these travelers fill you with foreboding?”
“No, no. But these moods strike me at times. You know it.”
Tion nodded to his girl and handed her the wine goblet, then sent her away with a friendly slap.
Oron stood and stretched his muscled arms. “This room depresses me, I think. It’s no place for a warrior but for some damned eastern despot. Let’s go to another chamber.”
Tion smiled a sigh and followed him. “Sometimes,” he remarked, “I think you’re too much a warrior, friend Oron.”
too muchThey took stairs to an upper level, and Oron led the way into a small chamber lined with shelves.
“We’ll pull out some maps and decide where to strike next,” he said. “Pour us some wine.”
“Haven’t you about worn out those maps?”
Oron smirked. “They’ll be worn out whe
