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. Say that," I said, as we neared my door.
"What I'm getting at," he continued, "is, what if we get there too
late? Supposing we arrive and your brother has already undergone the ritual
that turns him into hell on wheels?"
I unlocked my door, opened it, and held it for him. I did not like
entertaining the possibility he had just described, because I recalled my
father's stories of the times he'd encountered Brand and faced that uncanny
power.
Luke stepped inside. I snapped my fingers and a number of oil lamps
came to life, their flames dancing for a moment before settling to a glowing
steadiness.
Jasra was there in plain sight before him, holding a number of my
garments on outstretched arms. I was concerned for a moment as to what his
reaction might be.
He halted, studying her, then advanced, his speculations concerning
Jurt forgotten. He regarded her for perhaps ten seconds, and I found myself
growing uncomfortable. Then he chuckled.
"She always lide being decorative," he said, "but to combine it with
being useful was generally beyond her. You've got to hand it to Mask, even
though she probably won't catch the moral of it."
He turned away and faced me.
"No, she'll probably wake up mean as cat piss and looking for trouble,
" he reflected. Then, "She doesn't seem to be holding that cloak you
mentioned
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