"The far corners of the Realm," she told her sister. "Studying this or that, occasionally staying long enough in forgotten libraries. And back to Midgard, on occasion. For all its faults, I wilt confess a weakness for its breadth of foods."
She regarded the boy with an odd mix of curiosity and bewilderment. "He hath grown much."
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