Chapter threeThere was much to tell.
As we cleaned our weapons companionably together she told me what she’d been up to — at some of which I trembled clear down to the soles of my feet — and I related my doings.
At one point she interrupted to say: “During that fight, my love, you kept looking over at me.”
“Aye.”
“You great fambly! You onker! That way you’ll get yourself killed.”
“Well—” I began, very lamely.
“I have my Claw.”
“Oh, aye. Still—”
“If I need you I will call.”
“Yes, and well,” I said, somewhat hotly. “I can remember more than one occasion when you did not!”
She tossed her head at that, and scrubbed fiercely at her rapier. “That was because—”
“I know,” I said in a voice suddenly soft. So to stop further discussion of this sore subject I kissed her, whereat she kissed
