“You should leave this place, T’vril. Find yourself a good woman to take care of you and keep you in silks and jewelry.” T’vril stared at me, then burst out laughing, not strained at all this time. “A Darre woman?” “No, are you mad? You’ve seen what we’re like. Find some Ken girl. Maybe those pretty spots of yours will breed true.” “Pretty—freckles, you barbarian! They’re called freckles.”
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