Prince Kaim laughed. “What was it you said, Doctor? That the galaxy is curved? That if you travel far enough and fast enough, you return to where you began?” He turned his masked face to me. “I told you, Hadrian, that in Jadd men would know your name.” As he spoke, Prince Kaim lifted gloved hands to his face, undoing the clasps that fastened the porcelain contrivance in place. It clattered as he drew it from his face, and an instant later, Sir Olorin Milta was smiling where Prince Kaim had been a moment before. He set aside the mask and paused a moment to smooth his mustache and pointed beard,
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