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He’d drawn a quick sleeve of blue luxin to go around the original counterweight to hold the broken halves together

"You’re Guile’s by-blow, aren’t you?"

"Yes, Magister"

"I can tell Those boys cheated nificently, too"

Kip sed The rest of the class stopped working on hearing "cheated" "You taught thenored the question "You’ll have to learn to use the abacus eventually, you know"

"Yes, sir"

The old man snorted "Goodbye, little Guile"

"So I pass?"

"Highest ain"

Chapter 23

"Give us privacy," the White said

Ironfist stood in the White’s chambers, atop the Prism’s Tower at the center of the Chroh that she could push on them directly to , despite the delicacy of her wrists

"My blanket, please," she said

He brought over her blanket--soo with her own hands Like many who make their livelihood with their s her hands had crafted It was perhaps the only thing for which Ironfist could consider her a silly old lady He tucked the blanket around her legs and was surprised to feel how thin those limbs had become

"You see?" she said "You can tell, can’t you, Commander?"

Silly old lady indeed She’d set hiood reminder, both ways Weak physically, but not mentally Not in the least

"Tell what, my lady?"

"Psh," she said A little eye roll "It is a hard place, for those who are not prepared" I’, prepare yourself so that when I do you won’t fall prey to your eneine a world without Orea Pullawr as the White, and warain, Co to Garriston, and the preparations for battle there"