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"Might be time to ask that question again," he said quietly. "Can you do this?"
I took a deep breath, tasting grass, salt, and leaf. "I have to do this," I said, as firmly as I could. Borgan shook his head.
"Have to isn`t can," he said.

"Could you turn it off, please?" I asked politely.
"It?"
"The glamor. I`m not going to be able to do this at all if I`m thinking about how nice it would be ot kiss you." Borgan lifted an eyebrow, and I added a hasty, "For instance."
"Hadn`t thought of that," he said. "Though I think it would be nice to kiss you, too. Time and a place for everything, I guess. Let`s see what I can do..."

There`s always time for magic.

You got a real gift for storytelling, by the way. Every tale you give out hints at six you haven`t. Makes it hard for a man to know where to start asking his questions.

"It was fine," I whispered, like Gran soothing away one of my numerous nightmares, when I`d been a kid. "Everything`s fine."
With the possible exception of myself.

High Magic exists in all the Six Worlds, though it`s by no means evenly distributed. The Real World, like we like to say it, has the least. That`s because there`s so much change here -- or so my tutor had it, back when I lived in my grandfather`s house. According to him, the change creates an energy state that polarizes jikinap, and makes it hard to do mage-work.

Silence stretched while he considered the sea over my left shoulder. At least, I thought he was looking at the sea, though it could`ve been the sky again, or the ragged blotches of Blunt and Stafford islands -- or a fleet of Viking ships. It was impossible to tell which -- or any -- from his expression, though I told myself I`d hear an invading fleet of Vikings.

It`s a wonderful thing to be a child, and to believe in fairy tales.

"Look, Kate. Why don`t you let me buy you a cup of coffee?"
I gasped, startled into a laugh.
"No, thanks," I said, shortly. "I`ve got work to do."
His mouth tightened; then he gave me a brief nod. "Right. Dinner then. I`ll pick you up at eight." With that, he was gone, moving quick and quiet, across the room and out the hatch, leaving me blinking stupidly at the place he`d been standing, the battered work gloves clenched warm and forgotten in my hand.

"You should wear gloves, my lady; the wind has teeth."
"Every time I wear gloves, I ruin them," I told her, truthfully.
"And thus you wisdom teaches you that it is better to ruin your hands."

No matter how many words they use to say it, people only ever leave home for two reasons. Money, that`s one. Love -- that`s the other.