Lorcas

Creslin ignores the words whispered between Derla and Lorcas, breaks off another piece of bread, then ladles out more of the stew.

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The blond daughter named Lorcas leans toward her sister and murmurs something that Creslin cannot catch.

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Lorcas is gone almost as quietly as she has come, and Creslin understands the phrase "women -" delivered with a headshake, just a little better.

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"My wife Charla, my son Waltar and his wife Vierdra, and young Willum, and my daughters Derla and Lorcas."

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Vierdra scoops up her son and leaves the other blonde, Lorcas, standing in the doorway.

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Lorcas closes the door softly and sits down on the bed opposite him.

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He doubts that Lorcas really wants to hear the marching songs of Westwind.

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And for Lorcas, the trader's daughter, who insisted that a princess was waiting for him.

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"Are you a professional fighter, then?" asks Lorcas.

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"You're there, Hylin, and Creslin, between Charla and Lorcas."

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