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NAVICHET: (turning back towards the door) Where’s Spondule. With the snout.

G: (smiling, coming out through the door) He returns soon. He’s gone to your bivouac of last night.

NAVICHET. My book. Small, oldwork book. Is it here?

G: It-- it has been put somewhere safe. Hidden. Spondule insisted so. I am sorry.