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‘How about unicorn trader, then griffins?’ growled Wyr.
‘Sorry,’ I said briefly. ‘No unicorn, no unicorn trader.’ Not that I wouldn’t have been happy to get rid of Wyr and his attitude, but he was useful. Sometimes.
And I wasn’t yet sure how to dispense with him without compromising Addie.
Wyr grumbled something incoherent, and jammed his hat further down on his head. ‘You’ve some nerve,’ he informed me.
‘What are you going to do, steal my shoes?’
‘How about that scroll-case you mentioned?’
‘Oh?’ I considered his carefully bland face. ‘Valuable, is it?’ I hadn’t mentioned the jewels. Only the fact that it was defaced by a map — drawn by Furgidan.
Wyr opened his mouth, and shut it again with a snap. ‘You I dislike,’ he said.
I ignored him. Jay had found his feet, and his regular
