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SPONDULE: (mounting the roof of the structure) Navi--

XUNDÍTRIGGAR: (preparing to swing the baton he carries) Heathen!

(Xundítriggar swings the baton in a wide arc. Spondule ducks, rushing forward towards Navichet, who still stands near the readers)

SPONDULE: Navichet! Come with--

XUNDÍTRIGGAR: She is mine. The books are mine.

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