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feet tall, blondly handsome, dashing, charming, from a far-off foreign place and in the process of saying—<br />
"Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar, vanimalion noastari … "<br />
"Onen i-Estel Edain—" Astrid replied in the same liquidly pretty tongue, which sounded Celtic but<br />
wasn't; Havel understood not a word of it.<br />
My languages being limited to English, a bit of Ojibwa, rudimentary Finnish and some Arabic<br />
cusswords I picked up in the Gulf, he thought. None of the Tongues of Middle-earth included in the<br />
package.<br />
"You're looking like the coyote that met the rabbit coming 'round the rock," Signe said.<br />
"Thanks to those Tasmanians—poor bastards—and their world survey voyage I think we may finally<br />
have gotten your little sister hooked up," Havel said. "And out of our hair."<br />
"Hey!" She punched him on the shoulder. Since he was wearing a hauberk with padded gambeson<br />
beneath, that was mostly symbolic, but her voice was only a little defensive as she went on: "Astrid's<br />
been … useful."<br />
"And a lot less trouble since she started up that Ranger outfit out in the woods. But she's still trying to<br />
trick us all out in costumes from those books she likes. She makes Norman Arminger sound as everyday<br />
as a dental hygienist."<br />
"Granted she's a flapping wingnut, but a handy wingnut to have around. A lot of stuff we've done<br />
wouldn't have been nearly as popular if we hadn't had her to slap some cool, antique name on it and give<br />
it some style. It kept those Society types we recruited happy too, they love fancy titles and playing<br />
dress-up. Useful … and if they're here being useful to us they're not up north being useful to Lord<br />
Protector Arminger, who was one of their own after all. Besides, this lords-and-ladies stuff … once it<br />
stops sounding so silly it sort of grows on you."<br />
"And fungus grows on your toenails if you aren't careful. Yeah, she's useful, and also a goddamned<br />
pain in the ass. For a while I thought she'd probably settle down with Eilir, who's sensible, sort of—"<br />
His wife shot him a look; the sisters had quarreled all their lives, but he liked the way they closed<br />
ranks. "Astrid isn't gay."<br />
"Nothing so convenient or conventional. She's an elf instead," he said dryly.<br />
Signe grinned. "I think she's settled on being a, what's the word, Numenorean instead of an elf."<br />
"I thought it was Dunadan … or is it Dunedain? I forget which."<br />
"Dunedain is the plural … " She smiled wickedly as he mimed clutching at his head. "Dunadan is<br />
the word for Numenorean … in another language."<br />
"Another invented language? Christ Jesus, didn't the man have anything else to do with his time?<br />
Trimming the shrubbery, visiting the pub? How many of them are there?"<br />
"Let's see … the Common Speech, the Black Speech, the tongue of the Ro-hirrim, Halfling dialects,<br />
Quenya elvish, Sindarin elvish … "<br />
"Stop! Stop! Anyway, why … whatever … instead of an elf? Hell, I've got to admit, she looks like<br />
one."<br />
"But elves don't get cooties on campaign, or smell. Or have monthly cramps, which she does, bad.<br />
Anyway, Eilir's just her best friend."<br />
"Alleyne there will do even better, nothing like kids to calm you down. Someone who shares her<br />
interests—"<br />
"Is nutbar about the same stuff?" Signe clarified helpfully.<br />
"Nah, he just likes the books; he's not goofy over living it all out. He's a pretty regular guy, once you<br />
get past that Jeeves-old-chap-fetch-me-a-biscuit accent. But liking the books'll help him keep her from<br />
doing a swan dive into the deep end. Christ Jesus knows nobody else ever had much luck at that!<br />
Foreign prince—well, son of a baronet—exotic, great warrior. It's a natural! And I get a first-rate fighting<br />
man on my side, too; he can king it off in the woods with her in between wars. Win-win situation."<br />
"You haven't said anything about it to her."<br />
"Christ, no! That'd be the best way to spoil things."<br />
"Well, maybe you're learning after all," Signe said, and touched an ear when he started to reply.<br />
They were leaning together and speaking quietly, and the rumbling clatter of hooves, the crash of