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  It was clear that they weren't going to reach the Imperial City before Umbriel overtook them'.
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conversations.value: Lord of Souls
  It was clear that they weren't going to reach the Imperial City before Umbriel overtook them. Arges, the ranking officer, had decided their best bet was to split into two groups, one north and one south of the Blue Road, and hope the main army of wormies didn't come after both of them.
  It had worked, at least so far; it seemed that Umbriel was trying to get to the Imperial City, and they just happened to be in the way. They were still harassed by groups like the one that had attacked Brennus and Mazgar, but no large groups had detached.
  Mazgar wondered why they didn't just make a big circle and march back to Cheydinhal, and a lot of the refugees were starting to say the same thing, rather loudly. After all, the Knights of the Thorn hadn't found an occupying force in the city. Behind Umbriel seemed to be the safest place to be.
  Arges, however, was focused on getting to the Imperial City, and without soldiers to protect them, most people weren't willing to chance running into hunting parties. Not yet anyway. She had a feeling that wouldn't last much longer.
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conversations.value: But while all eyes were turned up, Mazgar felt something seize her oar. She jerked at it, and then the boat heaved up on one side.
  The boat started to flip, so she jumped clear into the water. To fight the panic being submerged always brought on, she concentrated instead on finding the bottom with her feet, as all around her the upper bodies of wormies appeared, water draining from the cavities in their faces and chests.
  She saw Ram had one on his back and cut its arm off at the elbow, ruining its grip, but then another hail of arrows dropped into the water and Ram went down anyway, screaming soundlessly and gripping at a shaft in his sternum.
  Mazgar felt a pleasant shock, and then the wormies fell away from them, moving off to other targets. She was relieved—because that meant Brenn was alive—but turned to confirm it anyway. He nodded at her.
  By the time they reached the shore, the survivors of the first two waves of boats had formed a double line, one to face the enemy coming from the sea, the other looking landward. Sound came back—battle cries, screams of pain, terse orders passed up and down the lines. She found Prossos and he put her in the front line, which suited her fine. She drew Sister, which was more suited to this sort of work.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: She jerked at it, and then the boat heaved up on one side.
  The boat started to flip, so she jumped clear into the water. To fight the panic being submerged always brought on, she concentrated instead on finding the bottom with her feet, as all around her the upper bodies of wormies appeared, water draining from the cavities in their faces and chests.
  She saw Ram had one on his back and cut its arm off at the elbow, ruining its grip, but then another hail of arrows dropped into the water and Ram went down anyway, screaming soundlessly and gripping at a shaft in his sternum.
  Mazgar felt a pleasant shock, and then the wormies fell away from them, moving off to other targets. She was relieved—because that meant Brenn was alive—but turned to confirm it anyway. He nodded at her.
  By the time they reached the shore, the survivors of the first two waves of boats had formed a double line, one to face the enemy coming from the sea, the other looking landward. Sound came back—battle cries, screams of pain, terse orders passed up and down the lines. She found Prossos and he put her in the front line, which suited her fine. She drew Sister, which was more suited to this sort of work.
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conversations.value: Annaïg twitched the reins of her dappled gray mare and enjoyed the play of light and shadow in the forest around her. Attrebus rode a few feet away. It was strange to be with him, to see him, and to be silent; when they had known each other through Coo and the magic locket, every moment of contact had been filled with words.
  He stroked the mane of his horse. "Things happened to me," he said. "Things I don't want to talk about. I thought at first I was broken in a way that could never heal, that the best thing I could do was die. That's how I felt when we finally met. I didn't have anything to say to you because I didn't have anything to say to anyone. And I know you had experiences that—"
  He nodded. "You, of course," he said softly. "I've never learned anyone the way I learned you. I'm not sure what I thought love was before. I'm not sure I can define what I think it is now. But I cannot imagine life without you. I want to know you better and better as the years go by. I just need—patience."
  Far away, another man and woman listened to a deeper, stranger music and watched the luminescent films they had named wisperills do their slow, colorful aerial dances, as if welcoming them. The trees hummed and murmured, not as before, but with the strength of the millions that spread out and away in the strange land, whose great boughs supported the island when it could no longer fly and helped settle it deep in boggy ground.
  He smiled, and surrendered for a moment to contentment—after all, it surrounded him. Everyone wasn't content, of course. Down below, with the lords gone, the chefs and others who considered themselves elevated were doing their best to kill each other. But the skraws and fringe workers were free, and many of them had already left the city to find their livings in the lush world around them.