“But he should be well disposed; he married a human,” Dermat said.
“If he listened at all it’s better than I’d hoped,” said Alla Pasfal, sharp and frail, with blueblack skin, and white hair crowning her worn face. “Wold’s been around as long as I have—longer. Don’t expect him to welcome wars and changes.”
“But he should be well disposed; he married a human,” Dermat said.
“Yes, my cousin Arilia, Jakob’s aunt, the exotic one in Wold’s female zoo. I remember the courtship,” Alla Pasfal said with such bitter sarcasm that Dermat wilted.
