Bluebeard exclaimed. “You come to us from time?”Karvel bowed an acknowledgement. “From the past, Sire. From an extremely remote past.”“This is a grievous disappointment to me,” Bluebeard announced, fretfully combing his beard with his long fingernails. “I had hoped—but never mind. The historians ...
She gave his elongated snout a last, affectionate twitch, and he released her resignedly. “Big party tonight?” “Full symposium,” she said. “Azfel says it’s good for business.” She huffed disgustedly. “Why should anyone think about business at a symposium?” &nbs...