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snorted at this.
    As did Traed.
    Rejar only grinned.
    Even
Pops Krue had a patently bemused look on his face.
    Deana lifted her brow.
"Well, it could happen."
    Lorgin stared at her
from under his lashes as if to say, ‘ Yes and
Aviara is made of spun honey. Think of another one. ’
    “ Why are you
glaring at me like that?” She asked.
    "A Charl warrior
would never allow himself to get into such a situation, Adeeann."
    She gave her husband a
disgusted look. "Hello, it’s a joke . Would you let me tell the
story, please? Thank you." She sniffed haughtily.
    Suleila sent a private
thought to Krue. {I love when she does
this. Do you not as well, husband?}
    “It is amusing,” he
mouthed back to her.
    "
. . . and soon the three were brought before the leader, who was not at all
pleased to see them.”
    “Had they been Familiar
males, she would have been.”
    Lorgin chucked his
brother on the back of the head, nearing causing him to choke. “Mayhap we
should just send a Familiar out to do our Charl work and save us the bother!”
    Traed
crossed his arms over his chest and looked skyward, shaking his head. His tone indicated
mild annoyance. “Are you not going to let her finish the tale? I vow, the two
of you would argue over which one weaves his mate’s hair better.”
    “On that there is no
debate.” Lorgin pointed to Deana’s hair– perfectly woven with the
ribbons of his house.
    Rejar simply shrugged
his shoulders unconcerned. “Lilac is not here. When she returns, perhaps you
can decide this weighty issue for us, Traed?”
    Traed rubbed his eyes
and motioned for Deana to proceed.
    Lorgin and Rejar both
considered tipping him into the pool.
    “The leader walked up to
the men taking in their measure . . ."
    Deana got up to
demonstrate by clasping her hands behind her back and strutting back and forth
in front of the three brothers.
    Lorgin frowned at her.
Traed's brow furrowed. Rejar slowly crossed his eyes every time she went past.
    "Finally, the
leader reached her decision!” Deana snapped her fingers. “She approached the
first man." Deana stopped in front of Traed and raised her voice to a
level befitting a ruler of warrior women. Something like Zsa Zsa Gabor in Queen
of Outer Space.
    "You . . ." She poked Traed's chest.
He did not move, just gazed slowly down at the finger and stared.
    Realizing what she was
doing, Deana mentally eeked and quickly pulled back her hand. "You, darlink Aviaran, have violated ze laws of our land by coming here. You
must be punished!" She had to admit; she did a crappy Zsa Zsa
impersonation. But they wouldn’t know that.
    Traed cocked his head to
the side. "Do I?" he drawled.
    He didn’t seem
convinced.
    Deana swallowed. Yes,
she was just telling a joke, and yes, he was probably teasing her in his own
way, but geesh! The man was intimidating .
    She took a step back and
bravely forged on. "Yes, darlink. However, because ve are a merciful
people, you may decide your punishment. You may choose either ze death or ze Ploot Ploot."
    "Ploot Ploot?" Yaniff
parroted, confounded.
    "Ploot Ploot."
Traed deadpanned.
    "Very vell, Ploot
Ploot eet iz!" Deana chirped, as if Traed had actually made a choice.
    She went on in her
regular voice. "All of a sudden, twenty-five of their best female warriors
came screaming out of the bushes."
    "There
are bushes?" Rejar asked innocently.
    She
gave her brother-in-law a patent look. There was NO innocence when it came to that
guy. "There are always bushes. These twenty-five women attack this poor
Charl, throwing him to the ground. They proceed to have their way with him . .
.“ She pierced them all with a glinty-eyed look just in case they weren’t
getting the whole scope of the horrifying scenario. “ Every way with
him."
    Rejar leaned into his
brother, whispering, "This is a punishment? Is she serious?"
    Lorgin threw his brother
a sideways glance. “I am not sure,” he murmured back. When it came to his wife,
he had learned it was best to keep alert