wo Taraboners with swords flanked her door, these in steel breastplates, but still painted in horizontal stripes. CROWN OF SWORDSsmall smile, idly kicking her layered blue and yellow petticoats, idly toying with the jeweled hilt of her curved knife. Oddly, he found himself wishing Min were there. Not even the chief of chiefs'.
At least Sheriam was content simply to be handed all the reports Siuan received. Not a tendril, but a shining silver-gray wave rolling out of one of the balconies, arching over their heads. She had brought supper on a tray last night, while he tried to hide under the silk bedsheet. This will do, he exclaimed, pulling out a plain coat of green wool.
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