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"Not you!"
"No, stop!"
“Watch where you’re going, you clumsy girl! You could have bled me!”
“Careful now!” Archondid said, fluffing up his feathers and laughing. “My feathers might not paralyze you, but I wouldn’t want to hurt my favorite goddaughter!”
“Hello, students! My name is Cyrus, and I am your new teacher!”
“You’ve stunned the Lady into silence!” a girl said, laughing. She stood up and curtsied. “My name is Clarise.”
“My Lady, have mercy on me!”
“There now, my sweet Solea,” he said, kissing her forehead. “You are right in what you say! Destruction begets destruction! But does not mercy beget mercy? Come then, do not be afraid to stand with me, my daughter! Let’s make things right.”
“Solea! We’ve been looking for you for an hour. Where have you been?”
“What are you doing? Is Solea packed? We need to leave!”
“Solea!” Eurodities said, drawing herself up with a laugh. “You’re supposed to hiss before you strike!
“Sergius, Son of Diamea, where do you think Cyrus is?”
“What is the lesson about, and why are all the desks pushed back against the walls?”
“Hello,” he replied gravely. “Do you mind if I speak with my sister?”
You hunger, yet call me brother; you snarl, though call me kin.
He said, Dear one, it is merely the unfortunate consequence of our species.