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FOR A MAN whose eyes were white with cataracts, Kershaw rose in a manner much more fluid than I expected. He didn’t bash into the table either, or hit his head on an overhanging branch. Familiarity with the environment?
Thayu rose, tigerlike, but waited until the others had started moving. First Kershaw, greeting a few people in the hall—how could he see them?—then me, with her close behind.
Many in the crowd eyed us all the way to the door. When we left the courtyard, I found myself walking next to Kershaw. His eyes stared straight ahead and didn’t move.
We went from the hall into a passage that faded into darkness, with the occasional pinprick of light, and any number of doors and passages on either side. We turned left, and then right in dark stone corridors. This place was like
