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Susan kept remembering the look of her father’s eyes on the few occasions when he had caught her in a fib. “Did ye work it out together as ye cuddled afterward, thee and him?”Susan had stepped forward, grabbed her aunt’s bony wrist, and clapped it to the stain on one of her knees. If ye ask am I strong for the Affiliation, I suppose not. But Roland was looking toward the palace which shimmered across the highway—the palace that was not in the west but in the east, the palace that was light, not dark.

The world’s moved on, folks say. What Cordelia had ignored (perhaps she’s too innocent even to have considered it, Susan thought, but didn’t quit “Ye haven’t made trouble, have ye?” she whispered as Susan pulled the saddle from Pylon’s back and then led him toward the barn. “These’re bad times we live in, Will, and they’ve bred bad manners.