CHAPTER 9
“You have to admire a woman who will use her own daughter to get a guest talking.”
Penrys was curled up in one of the broad cushioned chairs in their room, not quite ready for sleep, and Najud was slumped in its mate, his legs stretched out at full length.
“He was like a bird hypnotized by a snake,” Najud chuckled. “A very nice, plump, friendly snake. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.”
“Good for him to meet someone his own age, someone polished and experienced, an international traveler. Besides, she’s probably bored for company, too.”
“I imagine she’s met every Zan passing through, but that wouldn’t be very many. And how many of them would be suitable young men, with an air of mystery and reserve? It’s an effective technique—I wonder if he knows that yet?”
Penrys snort
