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off, now, will you?"
    The woman happening to be the nearest, he took her by the forearms and pulled her back against him. She stood panting, still clutching the stick. He took it from her and then, glancing slowly round as his eyes became accustomed to the smoky half-light, took in the overturned bench, the spilt soup and the blood along Maia's arm.
    "Having a bit of a row, were you?" he said, as though not unused to such things or inclined to attach much weight to them. "Well, you can stop it now, both of you, and get me some supper-that's if there's any left. I'd have been here sooner, only for carrying in the nets. What were you doing, Maia? Come on, pick up that bowl and get me something to eat in it, there's a good lass."
    In the scuffle Maia's worn, flimsy smock had been torn
    across the bodice. As she bent to pick up the bowl one of her breasts fell out.
    Her step-father laughed. "Going to give us all a treat, eh? Better leave it till I'm not so damned hungry. Come on, Morca my lass, what was all the row about, eh?"
    Morca, silent, dipped a rag in the water-jar to wipe her sweating face.
    Maia, straightening up with the bowl in one hand, held the ripped cloth in place with the other as she answered her step-father.
    "I come in from swimming. I. wanted something to eat. Mother said as I wasn't to have any, that's all."
    At this Morca broke in shrilly, bringing up one thing after another, emptying the whole pail of grievance and resentment in a deluge about the man's ears. "House-full of good-for-nothing brats-soon be another and whose fault's that?-never enough to go round-tell us you're going to market-drinking half the day in Meerzat-some Deelguy drab-oh, yes, don't think I don't know-daughters growing up as lazy as you-Maia never does a hand's turn, takes no notice of me or anyone else-she'll end in Zeray, mark my words-place'll fall round our ears one of these days-don't know why I ever took up with you-"
    Tharrin, apparently quite untroubled by this tirade, sat at the table eating bread, soup and fish as Maia brought them to him. He had something of the look of a man who has been caught out in a heavy shower-a slight air of bravado, mingled with resignation and the hope that the rain will not last much longer.
    He was not himself a Tonildan, having been born, some thirty-nine years before, the fourth son of a miller in Yelda. He had grown up footloose and happy-go-lucky, seldom much concerned about work as long as he had the price of a meal and a drink, yet able, when driven by need, to buckle down well enough; so that he soon acquired the reputation of a decent enough casual worker. He was a pleasant companion, largely because he never troubled about the morrow, never argued and had no principles to defend. If ever there was a man who took life entirely as it came it was Tharrin. Once, having joined an iron-trading expedition to the Gelt mountains, he had shown himself exceptionally useful and energetic. Yet when news of his capacities came to the ears of a Beklan officer, who offered him the rank of
tryzatt
at higher pay than he had ever
    earned or was ever likely to earn in any other way, he unhesitatingly declined between one drink and the next; and a month later took an ill-paid job helping to build huts at a farm in Tonilda, his fancy having been taken by a girl in the near-by village.
    For girls also he took as they came; and since he was a presentable young fellow and open-handed whenever he happened to have any money, they came easily enough. He had never been known to ill-use or even to lose his temper with a girl. However the girls, in the long run, customarily lost theirs, for Tharrin, good-humored as always, would laugh and shrug his shoulders at outraged accusations of absence or proven infidelity, merely waiting for anger to give way to tears and reconciliation. If it did not, he would simply transfer his favors with no hard feelings whatever.
    Since the only provocation he ever gave was by what he