ened balconies of white-painted wrought iron and columned walks as much as four stories above the ground. Elaida fought to keep her features smooth, and barely succeeded. She realized she was panting, but from alarm, not exertion. The windIblew strong, heaving vessels at their mooring lines, grinding them against the stone docks despite the bags stuffed with wool hung down between for fenders.
Neither Kiruna nor Bera smiled; they frowned at him as at an absolute fool. The accidental restoration of his ability to channel was the first indication that such a loss was not permanent. Which of the other two came first he had decided earlier, yet he hesitated. Worse, they seemed to think their work with racks and hot irons was the only true work of the Children.
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