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Sullion: Dorton coughed, halting my action, then nodded toward Tom. I frowned, then my eyes grew wide as I looked down on. . . "You are King Thomas?!" I exclaimed toward the imbecile. "Oh, yeah," he replied, "And it's Sir Thomas, if you please." "Why?" "Because I like it." I frowned. "And you surrendered?" I questioned him, unconvinced. "No, no, I thought twice - there's a difference." "Quite. The last time we met, it was an insurmountable challenge for you to think even once." He smiled curtly. I stared him down uncertainly. Beside Tom sat an unfamiliar woman. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Oh," Tom began, leaning forward to answer the question, "You haven't been properly introduced. This is Strega." I shook my head - the information was useless. "My wife," he added almost threateningly. "Wife?!" I looked back to the woman. "You got married?!"
