Trasonecombed his mustache, not wanting a single hair out of place. Occupation meant broadsheets written in awkward Forthwegiangoing up on almost every wall that hadn't been knocked flat. i At last, a column of guards marched up the road fromtown. Those offered in classical Kaunian, thelanguage of learning, must be rejected unread, by order of the occupiers.
He'd learned how to farm by watching his father, not by having a schoolmaster beat lessons A4prmuch time in the company of his wife and son a To block that, our lives mean nothing. Slowly, he said, Your grandfathermust be a man of some importance, if the Algarvians wanted him to dosomething for them even though he is a Kaunian. They looked astonished that the Zuwayzin had cap-tured them instead of the other way round.
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