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| 8 | 137 | "View more quotes about prisoners">Prisoners, then, from the Flower of Siba," I said, "are still on board". |
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| 8 | 134 | The loot had been divided. |
| 8 | 135 | Part of that loot had been Florence, a curvaceous, auburn-haired slave, who had belonged to Miles of Vonda. |
| 8 | 136 | "Perhaps," she said. |
| 8 | 137 | "Prisoners, then, from the Flower of Siba," I said, "are still on board". |
| 8 | 138 | "Perhaps," she said. |
| 8 | 139 | I gathered from the nature of her response that this was, indeed, true. |
| 8 | 140 | More importantly, I gathered from her response what I had been truly after, that the Tamira had made her rendezvous with the Voskjard's fleet in the western Vosk, and not at his holding. |