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(The 3 of them walk down a flight of steps from the barracks entrance, Old Lady in the rear. Noc detaches the two halves of his weapon)

OLD LADY: O, no, I heared em talking about it: all the acolytes is gone to hear Xundítriggar speak. Other’n the 2 you killed, o’course.

NOC: Who is she.

SPONDULE: Don’t know. We’re going to Xundi--whatever. Get you your books.

OLD LADY: Xundítriggar.

SPONDULE: Don’t care.

OLD LADY: (noticing something on the ground) O-- (pointing) Boy. Weapon, boy.