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“Proba is at home,” Argolicus said, startled.
“She is not,” Ebrimuth said. He twisted his shoulders, frowned, and threw up his hands. “I was just there. Her servant said she left. I thought she’d come here.”
The massive man looked as if he was torn between anger and confusion.
Argolicus looked at Nikolaos. “Wine.” Nikolaos was gone.
“Sit down, my friend. Tell me what has you so upset.”
Ebrimuth stared blankly, then glanced at a chair and sank his frame down across from Argolicus, arranging his sword and long knife to be comfortable. Then he ran his hands through his mane of golden hair.
“I was going to show her the estate. We planned to go there, so she could decide where her things would go. That was this afternoon.” He looked up at his friend. “But I came early, and she’s not t
