She turned to regard Riane over her shoulder. He will make guesses -- wrongguesses -- at the sorts of magic I employed at York. They believe that we have left them alone becausethey harvest spices, a commodity precious to us. His entire being vibrated as it concentrated its beam through hisraised arm, his pointing finger.
For a time, I could only seemyself in his image. Or they had, until the coming of the V'ornn. We are patriots. backs to each other, mirroring each other'ssteps as if by telepathy, a host of others brought into clear and precise focus.
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