He? ( She seems, fleetingly, uncertain, as if she is yet measuring her words and the potential identity of the man Five mentions.
Finally, she makes for a cup of thickened nectar, a potent brew of fruit. Sips, and - )
Caius Justus? Of course. His pet Narula? Indubitably. And Matthias? I don't believe he cares. He is a king. A king does not think about the little pebbles in his shoe. He waves a hand: there is no shoe. He waves again: there is no road. He waves a third time: there is no citadel in which his disgrace happens. That is a king.
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He? ( She seems, fleetingly, uncertain, as if she is yet measuring her words and the potential identity of the man Five mentions.
Finally, she makes for a cup of thickened nectar, a potent brew of fruit. Sips, and - )
Caius Justus? Of course. His pet Narula? Indubitably. And Matthias? I don't believe he cares. He is a king. A king does not think about the little pebbles in his shoe. He waves a hand: there is no shoe. He waves again: there is no road. He waves a third time: there is no citadel in which his disgrace happens. That is a king.