Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful of his old commander’s fiery temper. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. They are used to me, they only cry because they have become so used to being here.
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