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From: cinci@pinn.net (Deborah Taylor)
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Subject: [J&K] And the winner collects ...
Date: 29 Jun 1995 02:24:21 GMT
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	Kierian stormed into the inn, still furious at the sneaky little trick
the fop had played.  She was sure that eveyone in the inn was laughing at her.
Well fine ... let the fool have his fun.  If he thought for one minute that he
would share her bed, he would be a very unhappy young man.  And if he insisted,
he would be a very dead one.  He could share her room because she lost the 
wager, but she was fairly sure he'd be uncomfortable on the floor.  By the 
time she reached her table, she was calm again.  

	As she settled back down to her dinner a brief smile creased her lips.
Let him think he had won.  She would leave before he woke in the morning, 
leaving him to deal with the bill.  That would serve the pretty bird right for 
tricking her.  She never even looked up as he joined her at the table.  

	"I do hope you are not a sore loser, sweetling.  Though I do confess 
that I like the way your lips look when you pout," Jester smiled at her, idly
juggling a glowing ball of light, a small jeweled dagger and a small tin cup.
"So, my dear, what shall we do now, I am getting bored."

	Kierian finished the last crumb of bread and cheese before looking 
up at him, her smile deadly.  "I am going to soak the dust and stiffness 
out of my body.  I will tell the innkeeper to let you in when you are ready."

	"Ah .. Dear heart, I hate to disappointe you.  I know that we made a 
wager for me to share your room and that you were probably looking forward to 
it," he grinned, "but I had totally forgotten that I've already paid for a room
of my own. Thanks anyway for the kind offer. Perhaps another time."  With a 
flourish the ball dropped into the cup and the dagger disappeared up his 
sleeve.  Jester reached out, lifting Kierian's fingers to his lips. "Adieu
my sweet, pleasant dreams."  He bowed formally and wandered over to the bar.

	Kierian shook her head in bewilderment, following his departure with
confusion.  She sat there a minute, trying to understand what had just 
happened, then with a shrug, she headed upstairs.





	


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