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first time how sweet plain air could taste.
    “I knew it!” she snarled. “Tananda kept saying you were all right ... every time I asked she kept saying the same thing ... that you were all right. The next time I see that little …”
    “I’m ... fine ... Really, Bunny. I’m … fine.”
    Still trying to get my lungs working on their own, I reached out a tentative finger and prodded her biceps.
    “That was ... quite a ‘Hello,” I said. “I never realized ... you were so ... strong.”
    “Oh, that.” she shrugged. “I’ve been working out a little while you were gone ... like every night. Not much else to do evenings. It’s an easier way to stay in shape than dieting.”
    “Working out?”
    My breathing was almost back to normal, but my head still felt a little woozy.
    “Sure. You know, pumping iron?”
    I had never realized that simple ironing could build up a woman’s arms that much. I made a mental note to start sending our laundry out.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t think to check in with you,” I said, returning to the original subject. “It’s just that I assumed you were okay there at the office, and was in a hurry to see if the crew was okay.”
    “Oh, I know it’s just that ...”
    Suddenly she was hugging me again ... gentler, this time.
    “Don’t be mad at me, Skeeve,” she said softly from the depths of my chest. “I just get so worried about you sometimes.”
    I was surprised to realize she was trembling. I mean, it just wasn’t that cold here in my room. Especially not huddled together the way we were.
    “I’m not mad at you, Bunny,” I said. “And there was nothing to worry about ... really. Everything went fine on Perv.”
    “I heard that you nearly got killed in a fight,” she countered, tightening her grip slightly. “And wasn’t there some kind of trouble with the cops?”
    That annoyed me a little. The only way she could have found out about the trouble I ran into on Perv would be from Tananda ... except I hadn’t told Tananda anything about it before she headed back to the Bazaar to relieve Bunny. That meant that either Aahz or Pookie was telling people about my escapades ... and, to say the least, I wasn’t wild about that.
    “Where did you hear that?” I said casually.
    “It’s all over the Bazaar,” Bunny explained, burrowing further into my chest. “Tananda said you were fine, but I had to see for myself after everything I heard.”
    “Com’ on, Bunny,” I said soothingly, mentally apologizing to Aahz and Pookie. “You know how everything gets exaggerated at the Bazaar. You can see I’m fine.”
    She started to say something, and then turned her head as sounds of an argument erupted through the closed door.
    “What’s that?”
    “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Guido and Nunzio said they were going to keep everybody out for a while. Maybe someone ...”
    The door burst open, and Queen Hemlock stood framed in the entryway. Behind her my bodyguards stood, and as they caught my eye gave exaggerated shrugs. Apparently royalty was harder to stop than your average assassin ... a thought that did little to cheer me realizing some of the rumors surrounding the current matriarch of Possiltum.
    “There you are, Skeevie,” the Queen exclaimed striding into my room. “I was looking all over for you when I saw those thugs of yours loitering about outside and ... Who’s this?”
    “Your Majesty, this is Bunny. Bunny, this is Queen Hemlock.”
    “Your Majesty,” Bunny said, sinking into a deep bow.
    It occurred to me that as worldly as she was in some ways, Bunny had never met a member of royalty before, and seemed to be quite awed by the experience.
    Queen Hemlock, on the other hand, was not at all overawed by meeting another commoner.
    “Why Skeeve! She’s lovely!” she said, cupping Bunny’s chin in her hand and raising her head to view her face. “I was starting to wonder a bit about you, what with that monstrous apprentice of yours, not to mention