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"You like doing your own laundry?"

"Nine?"

"Feeding all the cats?""Twelve?"

"Caring for the horses?" "Fifteen?"

"Mucking out the stables?" "Eighteen?"

"Emptying your own chamber pot?" "All right, then, twenty!"

But I had only begun. "Cooking? Washing the dishes? Going into Ghars for supplies?"

"Twenty-five, then! And not a copper more!"

"A deal!" I cried, and grasped his hand and shook it.

He shook his head ruefully. "I see that halfling blood in you all too clearly," he said. "Very well, then, wash up our cloaks, then build me a fire, make me some tea… and bring in the books on invertebrate species. We've neglected your studies for far too long."

I grinned and made him a slight bow. Soon there would be a fire in the fireplace and a pot of tea on the hob. I swept up the muddy cloaks under one arm and proceeded to the washtub in the kitchen, whistling cheerily and petting hordes of purring cats as I went.

I was home.

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