At the Feet of the Sun (Lays of the Hearth-Fire, #2)

by Victoria Goddard

“Oh, you Mdangs! Always ready with yet another metaphor about fire!”

“Come, come!” he cried. “Come and dance with me, Cliopher Mdang of Tahivoa, who travelled so far and bargained so cunningly, and who will go forth from hence to sing of the glory of my hall! Come and dance!”

“This was all the rage in Mae Irión, four thousand years ago,” Fitzroy said, and began playing some very weird music indeed.

“Don’t drown yourself to make a point, Cliopher Mdang. You don’t need to be anything but who you are.”