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“I wondered if you were a plainsman, Lieutenant Hagan,” said Jon, “Some of our ancestors also hail from there. We share the same colouring, you and I.”
“Yes, Sire, we do.” Suddenly, speaking to an adult, the Lieutenant became far more reserved. In fact, he seemed to be struggling to know what to say.
General Kazak rescued him by asking, “Do you think we could get out of this rain? Perhaps retire to the overhang of those trees over there?”
“Of course. Jackson and Marjorie have rigged up a tarpaulin for us,” said Maud. “I’ll organise some tea. Stefan, perhaps you could do the honours there?”
Tarkyn grinned at her from the other side of the clearing, admiring her delegation skills.
A few minutes later they sat in relative dryness under a cover patched together from a large and a smal
