Mearch nodded with an off-handed ease of manner, avoiding Ibi's hard
stare as he examined his dirty fingernails, which smelled as if they
had horse hoof diggings under them, a distinct possibility.
"I will train her personally."
"Mearch--"
Mearch dug at his fingernails momentarily, persisting almost to the
point of disrespect, and finally looked up, to fully meet Ibi's
jaundiced eyes again.
"What?" said Mearch.
"I'll stand for no nonsense!" said Ibi, making the bench clatter as he
pounded it once with a bony fist for emphasis. "She's no plaything. I
expect regular reports on her progress, and her personal safety will be
on your head."
"I hear and obey," said Mearch, somewhat sarcastically, bowing
obsequiously with a formal fist clap to the chest as he turned away, to
the end result that he bowed to the side wall instead of to Ibi, who
sniffed loudly in open disdain of either acknowledging or censuring
such mockery.
Mearch stepped in front of Si'Wren, his massive arms hanging straight
down at his sides as he towered over her. He stood there and stared
down at her expressionlessly for a moment.
Si'Wren merely stood her ground, respectfully avoiding his eyes like
any proper woman, but neither did she try to shrink back from him.
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