Page 230NOC: (suprised) O-- HA! (Azziner has emerged from her cave. She stands at its entrance, wearing only a large blanket.) Rare thing, you are. It’s nothing to these new people to lie--to withhold--but not you. (Frantic) All those years, and you never learned how to lie, did you? Even to protect your menials. I can see it in your face.
AZZINER: Release him, Noc.
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