I don't do anything even remotely connected with music." "Because you're tone-deaf. But that doesn't mean you can't do any of those things. It just means you do all of them badly." She paused. "And you do." "Why would I whistle? I've never done it before." "Because, thanks to the Canteada and your jivatma, you have a better understanding of what power music holds... and maybe because you're happy." Well, I was happy. I'd been happy ever since Del had made her admission. Happier ever since we'd traded uplands for downlands and then downlands for border country; before an hour was up we'd be out of the North for good. But I don't know that it made me whistle. I drew in a deep breath, then exhaled in satisfaction. "Smell that? That's air, bascha... good, clean air. And warm air, too . . no more frozen lungs." "No," she agreed, "no more frozen lungs... now we can breathe Southron air and have our lungs scorched." I just grinned, nodded, rode on. It felt good to be aboard the stud again, riding down out of hills and plateaus into the scrubby borderlands between the North and Harquhal.
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