ormous bed against one wall and storage vessels and cabinets against the opposite. The place smelled instantly of incense and spices.
"Welcome to my home away from home," Shrike said.
"When I was five, I had a metal folding cup that I thought it was the coolest thing in the world," said Spyder. "But I was wrong. "
"Im glad you like it. Youre my guest. Please sit down. Are you hungry?"
"Now that you ask, yes. "
Shrike dropped her coat and sword onto the big bed and went to the cabinets without hesitation. Spyder sat down on the edge of the bed watching her sure movements. Even though it was occupying an alien space, he thought, this was clearly her room.
"Ive been on the road for a while, so Im not really Suzy Homemaker these days," said Shrike, opening and closing the cabinets. She came back to the bed with a couple of bundles. "All I have is some wine and focaccia. "
"The breakfast of champions," Spyder said.
"My glasses are all broken, so were going to have to share the bottle," Shrike said.
"Thats okay. Itll give me a chance to look butch for once tonight. "
Shrike smiled and sliced the wax and cork from the top of the bottle with the edge of her sword, then handed the wine to Spyder. It tasted like wind felt at the top of a hill on a summer night. He handed the bottle back to Shrike. "Wow," he said.
Shrike took a long drink. "Dont forget to eat, too. Give it a chance, and this wine will leave you half-naked, shoeless and wearing a dog collar, with only a vague memory of how you got that way. "
"Does the wine have a sister?"
"You wish. "
Between bites of
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