She’d risked her life for that medal, and that man had eviscerated her with just a few words. And now Jonathan tried, but failed, not to stare at the duke. The man’s heavy handsome head turned this way and that, bestowing his attention on various diners as if it were a benediction, and in short supply.“I understand you’ve become a partner in your own concern, Mr. Redmond.”“Yes. Klaus Liebman & Co. You ought to see our decks of cards. They’re . . . droll.”There was a surprised little hush at the table. The duke regarded him thoughtfully.“Are they? I suppose it’s is a fine thing for a young man to have a hobby. I see your bruise has healed.”“Bruises do that,” Jonathan said cheerily. “Your Grace . . . I wondered if I could ask your opinion regarding a business concern. Given your decades of superior experience.”Greyfolk nodded, granting an audience.“We’ve employed a young boy to do the sweeping and errand-running for us. Tell me, Your Grace . . .
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