The reflected light made Mal blink several times, and wish he could shade his face to be sure of what he was seeing. As the oxen pulled the wagon close, the sculptures turned into a scattering of eight wide boulders, each taller than a man, each topped with a single elaborate spire. The spires were gold and sharp as the points on the oxen’s horns, long as a kingsman’s pike, multifaceted, and hung with long strands of faceted red stones. “God’s balls,” Liam breathed, half rising from the bench. “My lord, is all that true gold? I didn’t know there was so much in the world, no matter one beach.” Mal shook his head, baffled and awed. The golden spires were lovely, eight shining spears in the heart of the sky, while their granite pedestals were rough and sand-pocked, tangled about the base with dried seaweed and shards of old shell. “Memory keepers,” Baldebert said. He’d folded himself into a green cloak, pulled the hood over his dirty hair.
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