And the grandmother was some woman he'd brought backfrom the east. The others followed him out, all but the womanDalla. The trader's boring eyes were luminous and urging. \parThere was an irresolute silence and then Bayta said, calmly, Put the blaster away, Toran, and take him at face value.
Behind him stood ayoung knight in a sand-colored surcoat blazoned with seashells, and an olderone who wore three black pepperpots on a saffron bend, across a field of greenand silver stripes. \parBayta said, Why, Toran, it's beautiful. This was a subject she knew something about, I thought. Chapter 22AryaThe small square keep was half a ruin, and so too the great grey knight wholived there.
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