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The girl was almost out of breath. It was harder work than she had expected, but it had thrilled her to be of use. Her body had adapted well to the life of fellahin since that was her limited birthright but in that instant, she felt almost powerful, as if she had been a conquering mazoi. Alas, they were only reeds!

Em, embalmings? It was not a word she knew. It puffed out of her as she gathered herself. Flustered as she was, her curiosity would always be stronger.