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all the bedchambers while tied to a ladder so she wouldn't fall off.
Sharp-eyed
old Tezza did the windows, all those tiny panes of mica and a few panels of
blown glass from Selgaunt and Hillsfar, which were far too valuable for
Shandril
to be trusted to wash.

Shandril didn't mind most of the work, really. She just hated getting extra
tired or hurt while the others did little or, like Korvan, bothered her.
Besides, if she didn't work, or she fought with the othersтАФall more necessary
to
the running of The Rising Moon than Shandril ShessairтАФshe'd upset Gorstag.
And
more than anything (except, maybe, to have a real adventure), Shandril wanted
to
please Gorstag.
The owner of The Rising Moon was a broad-shouldered, strong man with
gray-white
hair, gray eyes, and a craggy, weathered face. He'd broken his nose long ago,
perhaps in the days when he had been an adventurer. Gorstag had been all over
the world, people said, swinging his axe in important wars. He had made quite
a
lot of gold before settling down in Deepingdale, in the heart of the forest,
and
rebuilding his father's old inn. Gorstag was kind and quiet and sometimes
gruff,
but it was he who insisted that Shandril have a good gown for feast-days and
when important folk stopped at the inn, even though Korvan said she'd serve
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better by staying in the kitchen.
It was also Gorstag who had insisted that she have a last name, when, years
ago,
the chamber girls had called her "a nameless nobody," and "a cow too runty to
keep, so someone threw it away!" The innkeeper had come into the room and
spoken
in a voice that had frightened Shandril into silence in mid-sob, a voice that
made her think of cold steel and executioners and priestly dooms. "Such
wordsтАФand all others like themтАФwill never be spoken in this house again."
Gorstag never hit women or spanked girls, but he had taken off his belt then,
as
he did when he thrashed the stable boy for cruel pranks. The girls were both
white-faced, and one started to cry, but Gorstag never touched them. He
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