FORTY-ONE

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"I'll bet twenty gold marks that there will be a fight in the first hour," Bryen said as we sat down the comforts of the chopper.  Aliana crossed her arms. "Thirty, and I say within forty-five minutes."  "You do remember that the High Lords had vows of neutrality," Raven said mildly as he settled down next to me. It was Aliana who laughed. "You lot fight even without weapons and fists," she said.  "Fifty, and I say within thirty minutes. Started by the Northeast Court."  Raven rolled his eyes. "Try not to look too obvious that you're gambling on them. And please," Raven turned to eye his friends, "don't cheat by provoking them to fight."  They just grinned and they were anything but reassuring. But then Raven settled back on his seat and said, "A hundred marks on a fight within fifte

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