Some perverse part of his mind - he supplies 'all of it, then?' mentally on reflex - refuses to let go of the knowledge that Sparhawk saw fit to share with him. He avoids it; he works, he travels, he busies himself with acquiring the odd gift for those of his acquaintance who celebrate this winter holiday he keeps hearing about, and those he just ( Read more... )

( The muffled metallic thud of a coin purse hitting the table interrupted his thoughts, and his gaze met that of the white-haired knight in front of him. )