He was, as he seldom let anyone forget, a mage's apprentice. If they knew one wordof Gyongyosian, that was it. Hajaj rose, bowed, and left the palace. The suddenly released energyearth and stones and flung them about.
Now, though, this war had alreadygone on too long. We've got no room in this camp for idle hands, and I'll thank youto remember it. Now, the mage thought sadly, it was, as nearas made no difference, the only cosmopolitan city left in the world. The real army, or such part ofit as Algarve could spare on this part of the frontier, was still holding thejelgavans in the foothills of the Bradano Mountains.
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