With each pass, thewild mass became less curly. He heard the insects buzzing, the wind soughingthrough the kuello-firs. She had a number of pieces now, but so far she could not see where they fit together. Giyan had followed the acolyte through the gardens, the atria, into the interior of the abbey, where sheasked another acolyte to ring for the konara on duty.
Three hours later, deep in the Kundalan countryside, withbales of dried wrygrass, glennan, and oatgrass neat eartist-weaver, surrounded by bands that more or less spiraled outward in ever-increasing complexity untilthey reached the border. Youmust allow it to become a part of you. The Deirus gave her a small smile.
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