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"Ah." The stranger's voice was muffled. I realized he had a hand on his face, and that he was in fact a man. "Your student may have broken my nose."
He sounded remarkably calm about the prospect.
"Secundo, the is the girl. Girl, this is Secundo."
"Sir," I said cautiously. I almost never spoke with anyone outside the Pomegranate Court on these runs. My tongue was tied with a strange sort of fear. I found my feet, but kept the drop behind me close in mind. If they came to blows, or even sharp argument, I'd go over into the twelve feet of darkness to be out of his reach and away from whatever violence this newcomer and my Dancing Mistress might commit.
"It was not my desire to frighten you into assaulting me." His voice was still strange. I scented a new metal-salty tang. So that's what it sounds like when a man's nose fills with blood, I thought.