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"Here—" Vik handed her a roll and a hunk of cheese. "I tried some of the food from their kitchen, but this is better. What'd you find in there—anything good?"
Paks nodded, her mouth full of bread.
"We're supposed to clear the northwest quadrant today, but what we find goes to the common store, worse luck." Vic shook his head, then grinned. "Though I've as much as I can carry now."
Paks swallowed noisily. "I've got some jewels, and money, and this—" She indicated the strip of silk. "Did you see those militia?"
"Furs and things? Yes—well, they have baggage wagons to go home in. How do you like my new hat?"
"Ummm." Paks thought it was as silly as a lace shawl, but didn't want to say so.
"It'll travel well, rolled up," he said seriously. "Except for the feather, and any barnyard cock will give me a new one."
"Yes—well—it's nice, Vik." Paks yawned again and ate the cheese. She emptied her water flask. A haze of smoke hung over the city; the wind had dropped. "When do we start—?"
"When the captain gets back. Gah—I'm sleepy too." Vik settled against the wall and put his head on his knees. ohht