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Chapter twelve
Chapter twelveGive them their due, they did not stint on me. They furnished a slap up meal of local produce with a great variety of vegetables and fruit, and to drink a light local beer — or, at least, a brown fluid they called beer — rather flattish and with a miniscule head as though it had been watered. There were palines to follow. We sat in the guardroom annex for the meal and later on as the suns were thinking of declining beyond the western hills Lord Jazipur’s man entered. Hikdar Tygnam greeted him cautiously, standing up to do so. I remained seated, enjoying the palines’ juiciness and freshness after the meal. The fellow was of that breed that can insinuate itself into the crannies of society and sniff out gossip and tidbits of valuable information. He wore a drab tan tunic and
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