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| 27 | 279 | Bran Loort View more quotes about cried">cried out with joy and whirled about, arms uplifted, like a child running and turning in the sun. |
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| 27 | 276 | "Drink a cup of paga," said Thurnus. |
| 27 | 277 | "Then we must go. |
| 27 | 278 | The Sa-Tarna grows impatient". |
| 27 | 279 | Bran Loort cried out with joy and whirled about, arms uplifted, like a child running and turning in the sun. |
| 27 | 280 | He seized a cup and tore a vessel of paga from a startled girl and filled it himself. |
| 27 | 281 | He threw his head back and drained the cup and flung it away. |
| 27 | 282 | "He has much to learn," said Thurnus, "but someday he will be a caste leader. |