ines, 'the gates were swinging open, revealing what appeared to be a dull, silvery mirror that gave their reflections back dimly. He sat cross-legged on the other side of Ingtar from them. You're going to the feast? Of course. Another pause.
The sunshine will be good for you. He left me the inn, and his brother the money, when I was sure it would be the other way round. In any case, a king does not give gifts to village women. And foolish, too.
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