Martel had had many years now to get accustomed to tactics as devised and employed by his intended bride, but it really doesn't do him much good when it comes to the employing. Most of the time, at least.
As Ehlana leaves, Platime cocks an eyebrow at Sparhawk. "What's on your mind?"
"I saw Naween last night when I rode into town. She's working the streets."
"That's ridiculous! Half the time she forgets to take the money!" Platime almost splutters it.
Frowning, Martel interjects, "What does she think she's doing?"
"She's had a falling out with Shanda. I sent her to an inn, but Platime, can you make some sort of arrangement for her?"
"I'll see what I can do," Platime agrees, and Maryani looks speculative.
Still, if Martel wouldn't let her keep a tavern, it's vastly less likely he'd let her have a brothel. Which is unfortunate, in her opinion, because she thinks she'd be remarkably good at it. Certainly better than Shanda--poor girl, whoever they're referring to, the streets aren't any place for a prostitute who's not hard to the core.
"Who's this Naween?" Ehlana is still in the room, and Maryani definitely knows that tone of voice. She looks up, watchful.
"She's a whore," Platime explains, helpfully, "A special friend of Sparhawk's."
"Platime." Sparhawk clearly knows Ehlana will not particularly appreciate that sort of description, and Maryani winces sympathetically. If he did ever dally with that girl, he'll have hell to pay
( ... )
Sparhawk gives Maryani an eloquent look to the effect of 'are you ma--oh, yes, actually, you are' and Martel coughed into his fist to avoid laughing outright. (Their reluctant ceasefire is still -- even now -- a delicate thing, but it's improved over the years...enough that Martel doesn't seem concerned by the possibility of Sparhawk running him through for laughing at him, in a genuine way rather than studied indifference.)
"She's had a sheltered upbringing," he says, instead.
"Didn't you bring her up?" Platime asks him, shrewdly.
"He did," Martel contributes, ever helpfully. "Didn't you, old boy?"
"He's only got himself to blame, then."
Sparhawk rolls his eyes. "I'm glad you find this so amusing."
"You men like to pass the buck when it comes to women being angry with you," Maryani remarks, "You all laugh at one another when it happens, and then you're annoyed when the same thing happens to you."
"It's commiseration, Maryani," Platime tells her, "And why I don't envy these poor souls who've got permanent attachments."
Maryani flashes him a bright grin. "Don't worry, Platime, if you ever get left out, I'm sure Ehlana and I can come up with a proper scolding for you."
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Martel had had many years now to get accustomed to tactics as devised and employed by his intended bride, but it really doesn't do him much good when it comes to the employing. Most of the time, at least.
As Ehlana leaves, Platime cocks an eyebrow at Sparhawk. "What's on your mind?"
"I saw Naween last night when I rode into town. She's working the streets."
"That's ridiculous! Half the time she forgets to take the money!" Platime almost splutters it.
Frowning, Martel interjects, "What does she think she's doing?"
"She's had a falling out with Shanda. I sent her to an inn, but Platime, can you make some sort of arrangement for her?"
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"I'll see what I can do," Platime agrees, and Maryani looks speculative.
Still, if Martel wouldn't let her keep a tavern, it's vastly less likely he'd let her have a brothel. Which is unfortunate, in her opinion, because she thinks she'd be remarkably good at it. Certainly better than Shanda--poor girl, whoever they're referring to, the streets aren't any place for a prostitute who's not hard to the core.
"Who's this Naween?" Ehlana is still in the room, and Maryani definitely knows that tone of voice. She looks up, watchful.
"She's a whore," Platime explains, helpfully, "A special friend of Sparhawk's."
"Platime." Sparhawk clearly knows Ehlana will not particularly appreciate that sort of description, and Maryani winces sympathetically. If he did ever dally with that girl, he'll have hell to pay ( ... )
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Sparhawk gives Maryani an eloquent look to the effect of 'are you ma--oh, yes, actually, you are' and Martel coughed into his fist to avoid laughing outright. (Their reluctant ceasefire is still -- even now -- a delicate thing, but it's improved over the years...enough that Martel doesn't seem concerned by the possibility of Sparhawk running him through for laughing at him, in a genuine way rather than studied indifference.)
"She's had a sheltered upbringing," he says, instead.
"Didn't you bring her up?" Platime asks him, shrewdly.
"He did," Martel contributes, ever helpfully. "Didn't you, old boy?"
"He's only got himself to blame, then."
Sparhawk rolls his eyes. "I'm glad you find this so amusing."
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"You men like to pass the buck when it comes to women being angry with you," Maryani remarks, "You all laugh at one another when it happens, and then you're annoyed when the same thing happens to you."
"It's commiseration, Maryani," Platime tells her, "And why I don't envy these poor souls who've got permanent attachments."
Maryani flashes him a bright grin. "Don't worry, Platime, if you ever get left out, I'm sure Ehlana and I can come up with a proper scolding for you."
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