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"Calves' liver is all right," Mrs. Coulter told her, "and so is seal liver, but if you're stuck for food in the Arctic, you mustn't eat bear liver. That's full of a poison that'll kill you in minutes."
As they ate, Mrs. Coulter pointed out some of the members at the other tables.
"D'you see the elderly gentleman with the red tie? That's Colonel Carborn. He made the first balloon flight over the North Pole. And the tall man by the window who's just got up is Dr. Broken Arrow."
"Is he a Skraeling?"
"Yes. He was the man who mapped the ocean currents in the Great Northern Ocean...."
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
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Caldevwin bowed as Rand came out of the inn. "Good morning to you, my Lord Rand. This is Elricain Tavolin, who will command your escort, if I may call it that." The other officer bowed; his head was shaved as Caldevwin's was. He did not speak.
"An escort will be welcome, Captain," Rand said, managing to sound at ease. Fain would not try anything against fifty soldiers, but Rand wished he could be certain they were only an escort.
The captain eyed Loial, on his way to his horse with the blanket-covered chest. "A heavy burden, Ogier."
Loial almost missed a step. "I never like to be far from my books, Captain,Link." His wide mouth flashed teeth in a self-conscious grin, and he hurried to strap the chest onto his saddle.
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