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Lundgard yawned elaborately after dinner. "Excuse," he said. "Unless somebody's for chess? " His hopeful glance met the grimness of Bo and the odd sadness of Valeria, and he shrugged. "All right, then. Pleasant dreams."
After ten minutes -- now!