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can afford a tavern tonight,' he said. 'So if we just—'
'We'll sleep in the carts,' said Tomjon firmly, squinting at himself in the shard of mirror.
'But you know how much the Fo – the king gave us! It could be feather beds all the way home!'
'It's straw mattresses and a good profit for us,' said Tomjon. 'And that'll buy you gods from heaven and demons from hell and the wind and the waves and more trapdoors than you can count, my lawn ornament.'
Hwel's over land and pick up some more cash. That would be better, wouldn't it?' Tomjon grinned. 'We took one hundred and three pence tonight; I counted heads during the Judgement speech. That's nearly one silver piece after expenses.'
'You're your father's son, and no mistake,' said Hwel.
Tomjon sat back and looked at himself in the mirror.
'Yes,' he said, 'I thought I had better be.'hand rested on Tomjon's shoulder for a moment. Then he said, 'You're right, boss.''Certainly I am. How's the play going?''Hmm? What play?' said Hwel, innocently.Tomjon carefully removed a plaster brow ridge.'You know,' he said. 'That one. The Lancre King.''Oh. Coming along. Coming along, you know. I'll get it right one of these days.' Hwel changed the subject with speed. 'You know, we could work our way down to the river and take a boat home. That would be nice, wouldn't it?''But we could work our way home