But he felt rested enough and sprang from his bed. The day was so clear that he fancied he could see the High Reaches shore across the wide bay . . . which reminded him that he hadn’t heard whether Lord Faroguy had accepted Lord Melongel’s invitation to come to his Espousal Day. Not that it was his alone, he corrected himself, for others would be taking vows at this Gather, as well. As he dressed, he groaned as he thought of having to waste this morning at the Gather Court, but at least it would keep him too occupied to worry about anything else. He joined Clostan at the table for breakfast, and the healer inspected him critically in his new clothing. “Yes, I did you a favor, old thing,” Clostan said, sniffing a little as he turned back to his bread and cheese. “You’re looking splendid yourself,” Robinton replied, now able to recognize good tailoring when he saw it. Clostan glanced down at himself, as if he couldn’t remember what he had put on that morning. “Oh, well enough.
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