Ryba's

Feser is right that Ryba's argument on this point is simply bizarre.

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Nylan stepped around Ryba's chair and slid into his place on the bench next to Huldran.

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Ryba's arms tightened ever so slightly around her daughter.

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There was too much to think about, reflected Nylan, from Ryba's coldness to children to Ayrlyn, not to mention smithing.

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Outside of Daryn, the blond young standard-bearer from Gallos who had been wounded on the north side of the ridge and protected by Hryessa -- no one wanted to cross the spitfire from Lornth -- Nylan was the only adult male remaining in Westwind, scarcely surprising given Ryba's distrust of most men.

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Both the silver-haired guards had children less than a year old, and both children were his -- through Ryba's manipulation of the last residue of angel high-technology.

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He'd still only rough-formed the prosthetic foot for Daryn-something for a man would certainly be low on Ryba's priority list, he suspected, far below weapons.

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After the midday meal, Nylan walked up the five flights of the stone steps to the top level, turning right into his quarters, across from Ryba's.

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Do you really think he'll buy all of Ryba's propaganda?

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All winter long he and Huldran had forged blades, spurred on by Ryba's insistence that every guard -- every recruit -- should have at least two of the shortswords that were equally deadly as blades or missiles.

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