[Once the admiral stops his backward march he keeps his back turned for seconds and more, careful to reveal nothing beyond the broad expanse of his shoulders. It is his custom to answer such insolence with sharp words, a voice made for shouting over storms, a tone that makes a comparable substitute for the whip.
But this is just a child. And when he does turn, it is to direct his scorn not at Katie, but at--]
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But this is just a child. And when he does turn, it is to direct his scorn not at Katie, but at--]
Magic. You used magic.