The Ramahan had begun to murmur among themselves. He ruffled the tuft of black hair that arced in a wave from the top of Sahor's head. Have faith. Take me home, Sornnn.
On that score, he had come to a decision. Upon thecontrary, he said. I am Other. He grinned hugely as he returned her dagger, which she had left in Othnam's safekeepingon the way into Agachire, and kissed her warmly on each cheek.
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