The wind moaned across wood-shingled rooftops, around tall stone chimneys and taller towers, moaned like a dirge. Shivering, he opened his eyes. The youngest one shouted, Shienarans! and turned to set the bowl carefully behind her. The houses were all low and plastered with white clay, and they appeared to have grass growing on sloping roofs.
He went up the steps into the guardhouse, past breastplated guards on either side of the door. I'll bring him out. Their fury infected him. Ten thousand.
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