One who has been gentled can still sense the True Source, but cannot touch it. He did not realize he had spoken that last aloud until Jalani straightened from her crouch and strutted across the room to where a tall silver pitcher stood on a small table. mountains called Kinslayer's Pagger—with a ruby the size of a small hen's egg nestled between her breasts. And the rest! Estates had been confiscated before, but never all, never nobility itself.
Wetlander customs were odd beyond belief, and surely no one deserved the name better than the Sea Folk. As usual, the Ogier had a book in his hand, a thick finger marking his place, and the capacious pockets of his long coat bulged with more. Men strutted arrogantly along the streets with often ragged vests and no shirts, wearing great brass hoops in The Kin persisted even after Barashta fell, in the same way they had before, taking in wilders and women put out of the Tower.
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