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It seemed the questions had died away. The queen did not ask any further questions about his past, about why he took the job to protect her. Arsenio was pleased with himself. The cheery grin had settled into a pleasant smirk upon his face. The twitch of his whiskers was the only show of it. If the lady should look at him and see such an expression, it could likely be attributed to his brazenness.

At least he was making good impressions on the Akashingo natives.

Yes, the orchard. The smell of fruit will be very nice, vasílissa Sátsou, Arsenio agreed with her warmly. The Greek man would not speak again for some time, allowing her to return to her silent pondering without interruption. 


Arsenio's mind was on Tamar.