“You’re too tall,” she said. “My neck gets stiff when I kiss you.” “Make yourself used to it, girleen, for you’ll be doing a lot of it after we’re back from the squashing o’ that flea of a Varatesh,” the Gaul answered. A measure of his fancy for her was that he passed up the obvious bawdy comeback to her words. Between them there was no need for such artificial warmers; they were pleased enough with each other as they were. She hugged him. “You be after comin’ back, hear?” she said, mimicking his brogue so perfectly they both laughed. “Mount up, you lazy groundling!” came Targitaus’ gruff bellow. “You think we have time to waste on your mooning about?” But the khagan was fighting a smile, and next to him Batbaian grinned openly. “Och, the corbies take you,” Viridovix said, but after a last squeeze he let Seirem go and swung up into the saddle. As it often did, his steppe pony snorted a complaint; he was heavier than most Khamorth. Targitaus looked over to Lipoxais.
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