322Harry Turtledove Then Tealdo dove behind a pile of rubble as some Valmierans in alittle stone keep showed themselves far from ready to quit. He went into the shop. Aye! the men shouted, Tealdo again loud among them. Does she look like she's got anything worth having? He spoke Algarvian with the accent of someone who'd grown up in the northeastern part of the kingdom - the same accent as Bembo's.
He had to show her it was empty. Out the company went, and up the narrow stair-way that led to the deck. The leviathan writhed in torment. In Ganivald's ears, it was harshand choppy, well suited to its arrogant possessor.
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