She swooped away, proffering her tray and smiling fit to split her face at every man in sight. Even dresses and baubles and gambling, paid for with coin that was to go for information. Wherever she looked ten thousand fireflies vanished as people woke, and ten thousand new were born to replace them. They didn't, of course—they knew the truth—but if they hadn't been so matter-of-fact about it, about me just being a child, I could have been hurt, or even killed.
Siuan, go tell Nicola to bring the punch. Her stepson was a lever to use on her at need, one best used now by keeping him away. No, that was the wrong question. Our search.
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