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Yasmin picked her way through the clauses of the Treaty: the child-tribute, the yearly supply runs, the terms of service Aboard-Ships, the concessions.
Jehen touched her shoulder.
Ah, the concessions … in whose favor?
“We’re going to the refectory,”Jehen said.
Yasmin marked her place, slipped the tablet into its coverall pocket, uncurled from the plush nest and stretched to full height. She sighted along arms, to fingertips, to the vault of the North Tower, high above them, then swooped down to brush fingertips along the floor, turned a few times from the hips to stretch out all the muscles of the upper body.
You couldn’t forget your body, even if you were reading.