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Carding rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully.
'The boy has a 'no. Of course not.' He looked at Carding's innocent smile and coughed loudly. 'Certainly not, of course. Billias was very foolish. However, some prudent caution is surely-'
'Then let us all be cautious in the morning,' said Carding cheerfully. 'Brothers, let us adjourn this meeting. The boy sleeps, and in that at least he is showing us the way. This will look better in the light.'
'I have seen things that didn't,' said Gravie darkly, who didn't trust Youthstaff,' he said. 'Who gave it to him? Did you ask?''No,' said Spelter, still glowering at the almanackical interjector.Carding started to look at his fingernails in what Spelter considered to be a meaningful way.Well, whatever the problem, I feel sure it can wait until morning,' he said in what Spelter felt was an ostentatiously bored voice.'Ye gods, he blew Billias away!' said Gravie. 'And they say there's nothing in Virrid's room but soot!''They were perhaps rather foolish,' said Carding smoothly. 'I am sure, my good brother, that you would not be defeated in affairs of the Art by a mere stripling?'Gravie hesitated. 'Well, er,' he said,