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“A woman can be a painter; a woman can be a lawyer; a woman can be a cobbler, a farmer, a hunter.” “But—” “Er!” she snapped, lips pursing at the syllable.
As priest-Reckoner, he sat on the king’s council much the way a paperweight sat on letters; he kept the kingdom from flying off on wild and heretical tangents as, history would have it, kingdoms tended to do,
she wanted him to live so he could look at her the way he had started to on this trip.
