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K:\eMule\Incoming\Nieuwe map\Ed Greenwood - Shandril's Saga 01 - Spellfire.pdb PDB Name: Spellfire Creator ID: REAd PDB Type: TEXt Version: 0 Unique ID Seed: 0 Creation Date: 16-8-1973 Modification Date: 16-8-1973 Last Backup Date: 1-1-1970 Modification Number: 0 Spellfire ZHENTIL KEEP At Ctae Sign op The Rising Moon Neglect not small things, for all ruling and war and magecraft are naught but small things, one built upon another. Begin then with the small, and look close, and you will see it all. Seroun of Calimport "fifes of Far Travels It was a good inn, but sometimes Shandril hated it. She was crying at the pain in her scalded hands, the tears running down her chin and arms into the suds, as she washed a small mountain of dishes. ft was a hot Flamerule noon. Sweat stood out all over her like oil, making her slim arms slippery and glistening. She wore only her old gray tunic, once Gorstag's. It stuck to her here and there, but only the cook, Korvan, would see her, and he would slap and pinch even if she were bundled up in furs like some northern princess. She blew, sharply, and the lank blonde hair falling from her forehead parted reluctantly in front of her eyes. Tossing her head to fling her hair aside, Shandril narrowly surveyed the stack beside her and concluded with a sigh that there were at least three hours' worth of dishes left. Not enough time. Korvan was starting the roasts in the hearth already. He'd be wanting herbs cut and water brought soon. He was a good cook, Shandril allowed grudgingly, even if he was fat and he stank and his hands were always hot and |
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