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They greeted me, their hostess, first. Glin and I exchanged some niceties, and I complimented her on the scenario. We had many people come in costume, enacting everything from movie characters to wild fancies of their own. But I have a soft spot for that medieval fantasy period. And Corwin, the roundness of his face, the fullness of his lips--I would have thought him beautiful even if he had been a woman. I could not take my eyes off of him. Neither could many others. So even at that late hour, when Glin slapped him in the face (I missed what he had said to deserve it), they had an audience. As she forced him to kneel and pushed his head to the ground, unbuttoning the tunic in the back, Marella turned to me and whispered, "Do you think she'll let us each have a turn?"