Still smiling, the fair lady glanced across the hall. 'Black Dragon Marshal, you are due to present the Sutra today.' She spoke slowly, enunciating the words clearly and with an attractive intonation. She held out her left hand and opened her palm.

Trinket could see even from a distance that her hand was superbly smooth and white; it looked as if it had been carved from a piece of flawless white jade. 'She'd make a lovely wife!' he found himself thinking at once. 'None of the whores at Vernal Delights were a patch on her! She'd have had all the old men breaking the door down!'

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