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A trade. Tybault swallowed and felt his youth sharply as Kukutux circled. He was out of his depth here; he always was, but this time he knew it. I don't know what would be acceptable for a trade, He admitted. She knew many things about many gods, and what did he have? What did he know? He aspired to know it all, to be a know-it-all, and he knew that — but not much else, really.