“You’re a woman,” said Oxel, with a sneer. “True,” said Rikke. “I realised that the first time I tried to piss standing up. Most disappointing day of my life.” “My point is, you can’t lead. But there’s some who’ll listen to you, still. Out o’ respect for your father—” “And my pretty smile? What about my pretty smile? I’ve a pretty smile, haven’t I, Isern?” “Like the sun peeping from behind a stormcloud.” And Isern picked at that hole in her teeth with a fingernail, rooted some scrap of food out of it, held it thoughtfully to the light, then ate it.
