"Why, she is beautiful!"The speakers are two 'gentlemen', in what I am pegging fuzzily as a something-around-the-Renaissance society (judging by the clothing). The "her" they are discussing is a servant girl who has carefully been maintaining a miserably stoic attitude over the whole situation for the last few pages.
"Well, and?"
"Well, I should like to borrow her."
"Well, whatever for?"
"Why, she looks fun to play with."
"Well, in that case, you may not borrow her."
"Well, whyever not?"
"Why, I am afraid that you should damage her."
"Well, and if I should?"
"Why all that time and money spent breaking her in should go to waste!"
"Well, if it is only a matter of money..."
The frowny-faced woman with long black hair approaching from the middle background is Neeve, and yes, those are twin sword-hilts over her shoulders.
I know there is at least one more page of dialogue--and I love this dialogue, it's got a pacing and a rhythm to it that makes me want to check Shakespeare's plays and see if it was cribbed from one of them, or possibly Brust's Phoenix Guard series--that I will get to read before she gets close enough to hit something.
I will wait.
It will be good.
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