ld the heaving boat in place near a ship that almost took Aviendha's breath with its size, looming above their sudde Shockingly, Alviarin sat without being given permission, crossing her knees and serenely arranging her skirts. She stood very close, her neck craned to look up at him. It was Riallin again, supporting a short stocky woman in a dark blue dress, with hair more gray than not and a blunt face.
Your ships can travel farther out to sea than anyone else's. Not Graendal or anyone else. I'm not angry, she said slowly. But it is true, nobles wear silk to crawl in the mud.
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