“I have seen you at my father’s court,” she challenged him icily.
He gave a small nod of acknowledgement, and Marja thought she detected a ghost of admiration cross his face. Then she decided she must have imagined it, as he looked as impassive as before.
“You went by the name … Terban, I believe.”
He nodded slightly again, and this time Marja knew she had not mistaken the momentary quirk of approval.
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