[ The name prompts a sharp breath and a loud squeal, from the Duchess and her pig respectively. The piglet hides under her dress. The Duchess lifts her head a little higher, and shoots Anders a reproachful look. ]
The one, my plain-eyed dear. 'Tis gone now, along with my very favourite head. I wished to say it was worth the price, but I rather liked it where it was. The head, not the-- [ Her piglet shudders under her dress. She shuts her mouth. ] Other thing.
[ She huffs. ]
A lady does not dig, unless her piglet thinks the site worthy of excavation. 'Tis on the surface to see, much like the thought you lost is not. Shall I riddle it for you, so you can find that you cannot find it?
[ The Duchess clears her throat. The answer is that she will, anyway: ]
There in the depths of earth it dwelled, as well. Only good things, the smith hoped, but he was wrong, and his king made it wronger, and so Caridin crossed him, and was made wrong as well. Strong, as well, for it takes life from flesh, and gives life to stone. What is it, do you still know?
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The one, my plain-eyed dear. 'Tis gone now, along with my very favourite head. I wished to say it was worth the price, but I rather liked it where it was. The head, not the-- [ Her piglet shudders under her dress. She shuts her mouth. ] Other thing.
[ She huffs. ]
A lady does not dig, unless her piglet thinks the site worthy of excavation. 'Tis on the surface to see, much like the thought you lost is not. Shall I riddle it for you, so you can find that you cannot find it?
[ The Duchess clears her throat. The answer is that she will, anyway: ]
There in the depths of earth it dwelled, as well. Only good things, the smith hoped, but he was wrong, and his king made it wronger, and so Caridin crossed him, and was made wrong as well. Strong, as well, for it takes life from flesh, and gives life to stone. What is it, do you still know?