| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 127 | The man was silent. |
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| 9 | 124 | "Is the View more quotes about language">Language not yours?" I demanded. |
| 9 | 125 | "It is," mumbled one of the men. |
| 9 | 126 | "Then why do you not speak it?" I challenged. |
| 9 | 127 | The man was silent. |
| 9 | 128 | The proprietor arrived with hot bread, honey, salt and, to my delight, a huge, hot roasted chunk of tarsk. |
| 9 | 129 | I crammed my mouth with food and washed it down with another thundering draught of Kal-da. |
| 9 | 130 | "Proprietor!" I cried, pounding on the table with my spear. |