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Prologue

           "Ifthegodsaregood,theywillgrantusawarmautumnandbountifulharvests,sowemightprepareforthewintertocome."Thesmallfolksaidthatalongsummermeantanevenlongerwinter,butthemaestersawnoreasontofrightenthechildwithsuchtales.

           Patchfaceranghisbells."Itisalwayssummerunderthesea,"heintoned."Themerwiveswearnennymoansintheirhairandweavegownsofsilverseaweed.Iknow,Iknow,oh,oh,oh."

           Shireengiggled."Ishouldlikeagownofsilverseaweed."

           "Underthesea,itsnowsup,"saidthefool,"andtherainisdryasbone.Iknow,Iknow,oh,oh,oh."

           "Willittrulysnow?"thechildasked.

           "Itwill,"Cressensaid.Butnotforyearsyet,Ipray,andthennotforlong."Ah,hereisPyloswiththebird."

           Shireengaveacryofdelight.EvenCressenhadtoadmitthebirdmadeanimpressivesight,whiteassnowandlargerthananyhawk,withthebrightblackeyesthatmeantitwasnomerealbino,butatruebredwhiteravenoftheCitadel."Here,"hecalled.Theravenspreaditswings,leaptintotheair,andflappednoisilyacrosstheroomtolandonthetablebesidehim.

           "I’llseetoyourbreakfastnow,"Pylosannounced.Cressennodded."ThisistheLadyShireen,"hetoldtheraven.Thebirdbobbeditspaleheadupanddown,asifitwerebowing."Lady,"itcroaked."Lady."

           Thechild’smouthgapedopen.

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