Wheee!!! I have toooooo much time on my haaaaaands!!!*Does a little jig.*Despite the comment made by Carol at the end of the last chapter, that was not the end of the story! It would be a very odd place to end the story. :\ Besides, Tynian needs some embarrassment in his life as well. I'm just not sure what Carol will do to him. Of course, I'm not sure what's going to happen either. Did you know that I actually have a plot idea in my head? It's too bad I haven't put it into the story. XD I own nothing! If you want to sue me, please don't. It would be painful to both of us and then you'd have to meet me.*Twitches.*Davey Crockett is a real man, but David Eddings wrote the books! Urm, and David Eddings is also a real man. Marjory/LB belong to LB...she reads everything before I post it. I do that so that she has something other to do than homework...Hehe...

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"We didn't come here to discuss my married life!" Bevier said, dodging away from Marjory. He turned to Sparhawk. "We came to tell you that someone found out what the password was to get that crazy priest fellow in Rendor moving. His armies are on the march."

Sparhawk drew a deep breath and was about to speak. "RAMSHORN!" Carol blurted. "Who would have figured that out?" she asked Marjory.

"I dunno. It beats the heck out of me. I personally thought it was a very good code-word, something that no one in a million years would have been able to come up with!" Marjory said.

"Besides," Carol added, "there were only two people who knew the secret word-Sparhawk and...what was the guys name again?...oh yes, Arasham."

Marjory began pacing. "So, one of them obviously told!"

"But who could forge the signature of King Obler of Deira?" Carol asked.

Marjory considered a moment. "Can Arasham even read?" Marjory glanced around the room. "Why are you all staring at us like that?" she asked apprehensively. The knights had carefully ringed them and were observing their every stance.

"Surely Azash wouldn't use two young women like these as spies..." Sparhawk muttered, eyes narrowed. "How is it that the two of you came to know what the word was when no one else in this room, save myself, knew what it was?"

Marjory and Carol looked each other in the eye. "Oops," Carol muttered. "I suppose we should tell him."

Marjory agreed. She turned back to Sparhawk. "We can guarantee that we're not spies!"

"Brilliant!" Carol whispered. They both turned to the knights, beaming.

Kalten scratched his head, confused. "Uh, that's it?" Marjory and Carol nodded.

"Would you mind telling us how you can guarantee that you're not spies?" Khalad asked drily.

"We just told you. Isn't our word good enough for you?" Carol asked indignantly.

"Besides," Marjory added, "there are millions of people who know that 'ramshorn' is the word to say if you want an army on the move! Do you realize how many people have read David Eddings?"

"Who's David Eddings?" Kalten asked curiously.

"And, do you honestly think that Lady Bevier would try to bring harm to her husband?" Carol asked. "I mean, he left her. Of the two, I think Marjory is the more trustworthy." Marjory nodded agreement.

"As much as I hate to say it, I don't think they're spies," Tynian muttered. Bevier jerked his head in nodded agreement, though it looked as if his head would fall off from doing so.

"Who's David Eddings?" Kalten asked again. Everyone continued to ignore him.

"Except for the sneaking up and spying on us, they did nothing while we were traveling together to draw suspicion. But Sephrenia, perhaps you should make sure," Bevier said.

Sephrenia nodded. "Why don't you and Tynian go get some sleep. I think you had a long journey." She turned to the two girls. "This won't hurt a bit..." she murmured to them.

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Bevier walked silently through his room in the farmhouse. He had everything he'd need for the night packed carefully in a bag. He cracked the door to his room open and listened quietly. Some strange song could be heard floating up the stairs from Marjory and Carol. "And this one we dedicate to Bevier when he ruthlessly left Marjory alone. DON'T TURN AROUND, if you want to see my heart breaking..." (AN~I don't know who sings that and I didn't make it up...but please don't sue me. I'll give them full credit if they'll just tell me who they are.) Apparently Sephrenia's spell was making their tongues looser than she had anticipated-if that was possible. He sighed in relief. At least they were still occupied-even if they were lying. He did not leave that girl after marrying her. He shook his head as he shut the door. For the love...he didn't evenmarry her!

Bevier crept over to the window and opened it. Carefully, he climbed out, then closed the shutters from outside. He lowered himself from the ledge, dangling who knew how many feet (AN~or meters, if you prefer-be grateful I didn't give an exact measurement. XD) from the ground and sighed. He'd just have to hope for the best. He let go and dropped to his feet, immediately dropping to a roll so that he wouldn't inadvertently injure himself. He stood up and dusted himself off.

Ah, there's the barn, he thought. He darted from shadow to shadow and entered the barn, climbing up into the loft. Something sharp was suddenly against his throat. "What do you thinkyou're doing?" a voice asked.

"Tynian?"

"Is that you Bevier? What are you doing up here?" He felt the sword tip leave his throat and heard a soft snick as it was sheathed.

"Hiding," he said drily. He paused a moment. "What are you doing here?" Tynian laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. Bevier sighed. "To be honest, Tynian, I'm afraid she'll try and claim marriage rights..." That only set Tynian off laughing. "Don't laugh! You're probably hiding up here because you're afraid that the other one will try and claim that you wanted her to sleep with you and had already proposed!" Tynian immediately stopped laughing.

"You're right," Tynian muttered. He took a deep breath. "Well, what are we going to do about them?"

Bevier snorted. "With our luck, they've probably ingratiated themselves with Aphrael by now."

"She would like someone as random as those two," Tynian agreed bleakly.