Chapter 4

“Somehow,” Dex drawled, looking at his cards again, and then closing up the hand so only the king winked out at him, “this seems hardly fair. A matter of honor, one might say. We combat over this mountain of gold, so to speak, but will it really put you out of pocket?”

“Are you calling?”

“I’m debating the finer points of percentages.”

“Admirable that you’re so scholarly, while playing cards.”

“Mathematics deteriorates into philosophy late in the evening. Still.” Dex appealed to Cordelia. She’d bowed out some time ago, her small stash of coins gone, but still entertained by the game. In fact, she’d been so entertained by the game that she hadn’t seemed to mourn the loss of Tildren. Perhaps she would make good with Jester’s company in her bed this evening. Or morning, more precisely. “Do you agree, my dear, that this is wickedly unfair?”