From: mozart@coos.dartmouth.edu (Sting)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ghostly Figure] in pub: to Rowan
Message-ID: <1992May28.143219.10541@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Date: 28 May 92 14:32:19 GMT
References: <1992May28.041620.524@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>


>Her eyes study him from under her lashes for some moments, as he is
>trying to catch the attention of Serene.  Finally she clears her throat,
>softly.

>"Do I...-know- you?" she asks him, cocking her head to one side and
>giving him a look of curiosity.

He scoops two full tankards from Serene's tray and places one on the
table before her.  He thinks abstractedly to himself for a bit, then:

"Mmmm...I do not believe so," he said.  "Or, rather, I think that 
_you_ do not believe so, which is really just the same, in all."

The abstracted look vanishes, and he smiles cheerfully.  With a flicker of
his eyes, he indicates the large cloth bundle beside Rowan.

"Your harp, my dear?"

He downs some ale and his sparkling eyes gaze into hers almost ...
mischievously.
--
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Wandering Minstrel for hire	|  This is the place that I call my own
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