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Face carefully expressionless, betraying nothing at all and thus betraying everything, Robert rose
The only village they encountered, early into the first foothills, had been dourly suspicious, not friendly, its inhabitants as narrow and stony as the few arable strips of land they farmed. The jester had worked overtime to jolly them along, but no one had smiled except for one small boy, who was promptly whisked inside by his mother before he could laugh.
