Ilea

Ilea closed her mouth on further protests, just holding Pol tighter than before, as if she did not have as much confidence in Satiran's ability as he did.

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Strange, that Ilea could cope cheerfully with the endless flood of injured and dying, and be thrown so off-balance by the mere heartache of their daughter.

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"That will be enough of that," Ilea snapped, swiveling her head to glare at him.

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"And what good will that do?" she shrieked, as Ilea went limp with surprise and her head jerked back and forth from the shaking.

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"Anyway," Tuck continued, blithely oblivious, "Ilea isn't arguing; if the promotion sticks, Pol will never have to leave the Collegium again, and she says she'll stick to teaching."

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Ilea squirmed around and looked into his face, her own features a mask of incredulity.

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He only hoped that Elenor's good sense was inherited from Ilea's side of the family as well as his, and that Ilea would know she would cause more harm than good by going into danger.

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He didn't much like what he heard, though, even given that Ilea might be exaggerating a trifle.

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When Elenor's turn came, with only Pol and Ilea to go, she added a covering of paper torn into the tiniest of scraps, then wetted with water from her water bottle, to the top of the ashes to keep them from blowing away.

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: Ilea doesn't want to catch anything from me, after all: He changed trews and shirt, and began lacing up the white, blue-and-silver-trimmed doeskin tunic.

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