The gray spire itself rose at least a hundred spans, and he could just make out now that the top was carved in the likeness of a bird with outstretched wings. He did not slow down, but rather hurried along as if he could burn away some of his frustration through physical exertion. There are patrols, and it would not do to be found. I am a shepherd.
Is it not so? Liandrin said suddenly. Her eyes ran over the open books and papers crowding the room. You - you startled me. Sailors furled the last sails and used sweeps alone to move the ship stern-first to its docking.
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