They know that their whole way o’ life—all that nobility and chivalry and ancestor-worship—is on fire. As if, Jake thought, he were looking into a vertical golden sea, all the ocean in a glass rod—and living myths no bigger than grains of dust swimming within it. It was only on seeing those protruding bones that Susan realized how much weight Aunt Cord had lost over the last three months or so. He started away, then turned back.
He suddenly realized he could smell decaying animals. ”She turned her hands over, and now she was gripping his arms instead of the other way around. She looked at the men lined up across from her—the bespectacled redhead, the one in the cloak, and Old White-Hair Jonas—and uttered a dusty croak of laughter. He is safe.
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