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1 " Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, " By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash. "
