I laughed.


I laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked. "You look like P'nyssa Traken." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I mean, you look like a Traken, sweetheart. The white leather just covers up the albino patches around your eyes. Okay, your patches aren't as big as the mask, and they don't come together over the bridge of your nose the way the mask does. And I suppose every Tindal there will be wearing something similar, but it does make you look like... you, or some other fem in your family." She smiled. "Good. Just what I wanted." As we walked toward the SDisk, that comment ran through my mind over and over, and as it did, it became more and more cryptic.

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