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Though elderly, his posture was straight and sure, his gaze clear. And his voice, when he spoke, was strong and commanding. “Ulihelsidi. Osadatsu?” Nola squeezed the old man’s arm. “All good, Grandfather. Ositsu. No problems.” He nodded, eyeing each of the group in turn, then moved aside to let them in. Like James, he paid particular attention to Lumina, and Magnus had to swallow the growl rising in his throat. The old man looked at him, his eyes sharp and assessing. Then his face creased into a smile. He said something to Nola in that language of theirs, and she laughed. “What?” snapped Magnus. “Grandfather says your lion roars so loud the moon can even hear it.” Well, thought Magnus, relaxing, at least he got the genus right. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Oh, believe me, i
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