"We've got enough for now and I'm next with Alessan
"No you're not," Alessan called from by the river, picking up Sandre's gambitThere isn't enough light to do three of youI'll cut yours tomorrow, and Erlein's now if he wantsCatriana will just have to endure you looking fearsome for one more night
"As if a haircut's going to change that!" she called from the other side of the clearingErlein and Baerd laughed
Grumbling, Devin stood up and ambled off toward the trees
Behind him he heard Erlein's voice
"I'd be grateful to you," the troubadour was saying to Alessan"I'd hate to have another woman look at me the way your sister just did
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"She is impossible to ignore," Erlein said in a voice pitched to carry to where the horses were tetheredHe stood up and walked over to the riverbankHe sat down on the rock in front of AlessanThe sun was a red disk, westering beyond the stream
Carrying an armful of wood, Devin looped quietly around in the growing shadows to where Catriana stood among the horsesShe heard him come up but continued brushing the brown mareHer eyes never left the two men by the river
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"When was this last done for you?" he heard Alessan ask casually, his scissors busy in the long grey tangles of Erlein's hair
"I don't even remember," the troubadour confessed
"Well," Alessan laughed, bending to wet his comb in the stream, "on the road we don't exactly have to keep up with court fashionsTilt a little this wayDo you brush it across in front or straight back?"
"Back, by preference Alessan's hands moved up to the crown of Erlein's head, the scissors flashing as they caught the last of the sun"That's an old-fashioned look, but troubadours are supposed to look old-fashioned, aren't they? Part of the charmYou are bound by http://www.snluxury.com/categorys_14_Damier-Geant_1.html" target="_blank Adaon 's name and my ownI am Alessan, Prince of Tigana, and wizard you are mine!"
Devin took an involuntary step forwardHe saw Erlein try, reflexively, to jerk awayBut the hand of binding held his head, and the scissors, so busy a moment before, were now sharp against his throatThey froze him for an instant and an instant was enough
"Rot your flesh!" Erlein screamed as Alessan released him and stepped backThe wizard sprang from the stone as if scalded, and wheeled to face the PrinceHis face was contorted with rage
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He turned back to the two men by the riverAlessan had laid down the scissors and comb neatly on the rockHe stood still, hands at his sides, but his breath was coming quickly
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