” His eyes met Cuthbert’s. She must love him for that if for nothing else. lie to her own ears—it was the effect Aunt Cord had had on her all her life—but this hadn’t been an ordinary night. It was now just a dead glass ball she held, its only light a reflection borrowed from the moon.
Except they wouldn’t all be men; many (perhaps even most) would be boys roughly their own ages. Inside, outside, rightside up and upside down. He’ll answer all four, of that I am confident, but we will be listening for how he answers. Then the pipes went out, went dark, went dead, just as the wizard’s glass in Roland’s story had done when the glass (or the force inhabiting the glass) decided to shut up for awhile.
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