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"First," said Rowenna, "I think you must make peace with him about what happened between you in the Hall, and then persuade him."
Saeryn nodded. "I'm perfectly willing to make peace, if he's willing to see I'm right. And if he'll apologize about how he spoke of me to the ladies."
Rowenna stared at Saeryn in consternation. "So if he refuses to see that you're right, you'll keep fighting him?" Rowenna threw up her hands. "Saeryn, you're impossible! What if her never agrees? Will you keep fighting no matter what?"
"No, certainly, I won't keep fighting." Saeryn paused and knit her brows. She knew exactly how she would deal with it, acting calm and rather aloof until he saw her point, but she did not know exactly how she would tell Rowenna. "But he will see my point of view, I am sure."
"I had better let you do the talking, then. If there's a mess to clean up, I'll do my part. Lead on!"
Saeryn sent a skeptical look at Rowenna as she left the room ahead of her. "What mess do you think there will be to clean up?"
"That," answered Rowenna, following Saeryn out the door, "depends on what the two of you say to each other and what you're willing to listen to, I would wager." Rowenna closed the door behind her.
Saeryn walked ahead. "I doubt there will be much of a mess for you to clean up, then. We're going to be polite to each other, at least." She went down the stairs and opened the kitchen door. Kara and Frodides were the only ones there. "Besides," Saeyrn said, turning as Rowenna came in behind her. "He's not even here now, so the conversation shall be put off anyway."
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