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"it is our word for yours. uncle," she translated, though she did not like the sound of it half so much as the one that belonged to her own tongue. her gaze had paled to something strained and full, something yet untranslatable into words. a moment. did he wish to be that? 

perhaps out of them all, arcturus had been the only one to which she had been melded. he had pronounced her unworthy at the beginning, and the duck had always carried it lodged like a shard of chert in her soul. but there were things yet to be said, and so the girl swallowed. "moonspear is not the same when you are away from it."