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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
Year of the Rock
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