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But (Mariamne blushes a little) I forget to whom I speak! Are you not of the Komoru and the Komorena, the Jalabai (QM: orator, speaker; an honorific title) of your tribe? Your people, Setebos: the wanderers of the Desolation and the Rust Dunes, The Flayed Lands... Do they not possess many songs and myths of that age? (Mariamne gazes deeply and earnestly at Setebos) O, how I wish I could live amongst them, and hear of all your wondrous tales!
At this, you see Setebos stiffen and recoil a little.
For a brief moment, Setebos straightens his hunched posture - he is really very tall indeed - and replies in a formal and cold tone:
- Those are primitive superstitions. We do not speak of them, and they are best left to the mercy of The Desolation.
