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. TALISIN AND I WENT THERE ONCE, WHEN I
WAS YOUNG...." HE STOPPED.
LORAINE REACHED UP AND TOUCHED HIS ARM.
"YOU MISS HIM ALL THE TIME."
"WHEN I WAS YOUNG, HE WAS EVERYTHING TO
ME. HE TOOK ME EVERYWHERE, AND PEOPLE WERE
GOOD TO ME JUST BECAUSE I WAS WITH HIM. I
LEARNED ALL I KNOW OF THE WORLD FROM HIM."
"HE WAS LIKE A FATHER TO YOU. EVERYONE
NEEDS SOMEONE LIKE THAT." SHE REGARDED HIM
CRITICALLY. "YOU'D MAKE A WONDERFUL
FATHER."
HE LOOKED DOWN AT HER NERVOUSLY. "WHAT
MAKES YOU SAY THAT?"
SHE LAUGHED AND SWUNG ON HIS ARM LIKE A
SMALL GIRL. "BECAUSE IT WORRIES YOU. YOU
DON'T LIKE JOKES, DO YOU? SOMEDAY, 'SIRE,' I'LL
MAKE YOU LAUGH AGAIN."
*****
Late that night, Moran stood brooding in the courtyard.
He had dined with Rakiel, then watched the novices from
one of the Manor of the Measure's observation niches.
Moran expected hazing and abuse, but the novices
seemed cruder than those in past years. To some extent,
Tarli was to blame. Tarli's presence, Moran corrected
himself. Novices always attacked those different from
themselves, and Tarli was so different....
As if Moran had conjured him, Tarli appeared in the
barracks window. "Good evening, Sire
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