“It seems alright to me. That didn't seem too sacrilegious.” He got in line for bread behind a man in a long, white stained white robe, not like the trousers and shirt he had, with sallow skin and a scraggly beard. The line moved quickly, and, even though he we near the end, he was sitting outside the arena stuffing his mouth with the hot, floury bread in no time. The overcast sky did nothing to dampen his spirits, although suddenly he felt as though he was being watched. Whirling around and half expecting to see Sigi, he found himself looking into Zena's brown eyes. She laughed.

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