“It was not my intention to offer excuses,” said her father stiffly. “For the failure I take all the responsibility, for the losses I take all the blame.” “Your willingness to shoulder the blame does you much credit but us little good.” Bayaz sighed as if reproving a naughty grandson. “But let us learn the lessons, gentlemen. Let us put yesterday’s defeats behind us, and look to tomorrow’s victories.” Everyone nodded as though they had never heard anything so profound, even Finree’s father. Here was power. She could not remember ever coming to dislike anyone so much, or admire anyone so much,
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