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"it is all right." belen watched crowfeather pluck a stone and wet her lips with a nervous touch. she moved her own into place a moment after, but the prince had reached the end of his board spaces. "you win," the girl exulted softly, her glassblue eyes straying back toward his face. he was very handsome and very tormented. belen thought surely she might be able to bring him some cheer. but unlike the pharaoh and akhtar, and even kasmut, crowfeather showed no interest in her beauty. "maybe we should play something else?"