“Who are ye, Will?”He stood up and looked down into her eyes. There was only the sound of the wind. None saw Cordelia, who had gone out in the drizzle to check on the last of her squash and sharproot. “Now if we only knew what to do about the Drop.
”“It’s not about what you want, and you know it. Roy would do what you asked, and usually well enough, but only after you’d explained it to him half a dozen times. He had asked a few questions about it over the last few weeks, and gotten little useful response. It lies directly in the shadow of the watchtower, ye know, and is the coolest room in the house—even cooler than the main receiving rooms.
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