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Book 1, Chapter Five: Spear-won Land, Pages 89 and 90

Alexander twists between his fingers a strand of honey sunlight, an eyebrow raised,
blue eye daring the Servant
for a contradiction.
“Isn’t that right?”

The Servant pauses,
then shrugs, like the curl of a dolphin’s back
above water.
“Ah! Thank you for the correction.”

He coughs,
before returning to where we left off.
“Ahem, anyway…”

A jovial voice comes,
together with a pat on young Alexander’s shoulder.
“Hey, appha!”