Gavin scratched his head, idly wondering what his father would tell him right about then. Probably steal the slave and run. Father's solution was always to steal and run. But he had a job to finish.	"All right," he said finally, "here's what we'll do. We'll pretend this night didn't happen." 	That earned another sarcastic look.
Suzanna J. Linton, Clara
fantasy, medieval-fantasy