She would have liked to hear Lestat argue with her — his words were always tinged with the faintest sarcasm and suggestion. But he did not, and so they moved along in their conversation. The Egyptian wondered at the true thoughts about Njal behind her consort's eyes, but again, his cool nature and general reservation held such knowledge away from her.
"You will not join me?" Hatshepsut asked quietly, lapis eyes laid gently upon those of her exotic companion. Preternatural as he was, the man could not wander forever; soon snows would be upon them. He had come from the mountains however, changed forever by one who called him Wolfkiller, and — "Lelio," the bantam woman murmured, using for him the old, old name that Magnus had given him, "where will you go?"
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