TheLine-General held up the crystal so that its facets caught the moonslight. He had a small backpackstrapped to his back. Giyan's whistleflower-blue eyes regarded her levelly, and a kind of current passed between them, alanguage of their own design begun with Annon's first memory. Tears were streaming down her face.
When the Soul Departure Toast had been gravely made, the fire-gradenumaaadis consumed, Kurgan asked, After a time, he began to laugh, and fell away from her. Northern magicians, he reminded his audience,had always been better respected than southern ones. He watched Rada darkly as she walked in front of him.
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