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The guards hid their smiles as they looked the noble over—in size the beardless youth could as well have been a squire, with only a shield to reveal his higher rank. They wondered aloud if the youngster could hold his lance, let alone unseat an opponent with it. Hearing them, the knight favored them with a broad grin. The guards, liking his reaction, fell silent.

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The guards hid their smiles as they looked the noble over—in size the beardless youth could as well have been a squire, with only a shield to reveal his higher rank. They wondered aloud if the youngster could hold his lance, let alone unseat an opponent with it. Hearing them, the knight favored them with a broad grin. The guards, liking his reaction, fell silent.

Most nobles dressed richly, but this knight wore well-traveled leather, covered with a white burnoose like those worn by the Bazhir of the Tortallan desert. His eyes were an odd purple shade that drew stares; his face determined. The man-at-arms was dressed like the knight. There were no grins for him—he was a burly, darkhaired commoner with no-nonsense eyes. It was he who asked directions to the inn called the Wandering Bard while the knight looked with interest at the streets around them.

They set off in the direction of the inn, picking their way through the crowds with ease. The cat swiveled his head, looking up at the knight. To most, his utterances sounded like those of any cat; to the few he chose, he spoke as plainly as a human. It takes forever to clean it. Then he remembered. Sir Myles wrote me of the lass he adopted a year past.

The stableyard, you said? The host of such a prosperous house did not meet his guests unless they were wealthy or famous. Afoot, her cat cradled in her arms, she was short and stocky—sturdy rather than muscular. Would the two of you like a cool drink, to lay the dust?

I like to be clean. Thanks, Coram. He helped raise my twin brother and me. Taking a swallow from her tankard, the knight sat back with a sigh. Things change, east of here. Instinctively he made the Sign against Evil. The bath was everything a worn and dirty knight could wish: large enough to fit all of her and filled with hot water.

Tongue and paws are all I need, Faithful commented. Faithful ignored her, curling up on the bed. Alanna made a face at him and reached for the copper pitcher filled with rinse water. Sunlight hit its side, dazzling her. Her blinded vision held an image: A gem, blue-violet, the size of a silver noble piece, set into a disc of gold, its facets absorbing light, not reflecting it. The picture faded when she blinked.

She knew there was no sense in worrying about it. In the meantime, her bath was getting cold. Coram knocked as she combed her hair. Do us both a favor and stay out of trouble. She rarely sought trouble.

Tonight she planned to avoid it entirely. Downstairs, Faithful abandoned her for the kitchen. Alanna found a corner where she would have a good view of the rest of the common room. Windfeld came over after she finished. He pays us well as his agents—a generous man, your father.

Only when their belts could be tightened no more did the Warlord bring in paid soldiers and send the lowlanders back to their farms. What brings you here, my lady—if I can be so bold as to ask? Carefully she opened it and unfolded its contents: a map of the Eastern Lands and the Inland Sea, charred at the left and top edges. Only natural landmarks—rivers and mountain ranges—were shown. A tiny star marked a spot in the Roof of the World, the great mountain range that cuts off the Eastern Lands from the rest of their world.

Silvery runes—the writing that brought her to Maren for a translation—formed a column on the right side. Do you know? Coram and I went to see her. We stopped it and got her away, but She was hurt too badly for me to fix. Anyway, she died. The map was all she had. She asked us to take it back to Halef Seif. Alanna shook her head.

He gave it to me—said it was for me, not him. So here I am. A maid placed a glass of wine in front of Alanna. His eyes were blue-green in a tan, pockmarked face. His hair was as copper as hers, clipped short. His nose had met several hard objects.

A mustache framed his sensual mouth; his jaw was heavy. He was in excellent fighting condition: broad shoulders, powerful chest, hard waist, heavily muscled limbs. He dressed as she did, in shirt and breeches. She also saw he carried no weapons, not even a dagger. In a violent world, few did not need to carry some kind of weapon. From what, I wonder? Bad skin as a boy, perhaps. But he is attractive! Why is he interested in me? She raised her glass and drank, her eyes not leaving his.

Since the revelation of her real identity and sex, the young knight had lived among the Bazhir. How did a lady knight flirt with a total stranger? Noblewomen showed interest with fluttered fan or dropped handkerchief. Bazhir women used their eyes over their veils. She had no fan or veil. He grinned—a slow, white-toothed smile that made her insides turn over—and came to her.

Alanna nodded, and Liam sat. She frowned. He nodded. Duke Roger was a powerful man.

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Lioness Rampant

It details an adventure of the knight Alanna of Trebond , and her final battle between with her archenemy, Duke Roger of Conte. Alanna of Trebond — Heroine. Princess Josiane of the Copper Isles — a traitor conspiring with Roger. Si-cham — Priest of the Mithran Order who tries to help Thom overcome his illness. Marries Coram. Later marries Myles of Olau.

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