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A golden chalice, encrusted with gems, tapered into a
griffin's foot, clutching a silver semispherical base.
A marble chest was inlaid with onyx. The top handle
was in the shape of a red dragon swooping down on a
knight and horse. The dragon's eyes were rubies; the
knight's shield was a single multifaceted emerald.
A tray, inlaid with pearl, jet, and diamonds, portrayed
the tomb of Huma by moonlight. The tray was propped up
so that the diamonds, catching the sunlight, reflected onto
the ceiling.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Tarli was sitting on the bed in
the comer. The bed legs had been removed, or maybe he
had traded beds with Steyan. He was alone in the room,
calmly whittling on the thong-stick.
Moran pointed to the articles in the window. "Are those
... Did you ..."
"Put them there? Yes. I borrowed them." Tarli, stick in
hand, walked to the window. "The room needed something
cheerful, and - can you believe it? - these things were just
sitting on shelves in the dark. I thought they'd remind some
of us of our training," he finished quietly.
"Are these the only things you ... borrowed?"
"They were all I could carry." Tarli looked around the
bare, dismal room critically
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