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"
If
each
of
the
Thirteen
would
lend
me
ten
ships
—
"
"
You
would
have
one
hundred
thirty
ships
,
and
no
crew
to
sail
them
.
The
justice
of
your
cause
means
naught
to
the
common
men
of
Qarth
.
Why
should
my
sailors
care
who
sits
upon
the
throne
of
some
kingdom
at
the
edge
of
the
world
?
"
"
I
will
pay
them
to
care
.
"
"
With
what
coin
,
sweet
star
of
my
heaven
?
"
"
With
the
gold
the
seekers
bring
.
"
"
That
you
may
do
,
"
Xaro
acknowledged
,
"
but
so
much
caring
will
cost
dear
.
You
will
need
to
pay
them
far
more
than
I
do
,
and
all
of
Qarth
laughs
at
my
ruinous
generosity
.
"
"
If
the
Thirteen
will
not
aid
me
,
perhaps
I
should
ask
the
Guild
of
Spicers
or
the
Tourmaline
Brotherhood
?
"
Xaro
gave
a
languid
shrug
.
"
They
will
give
you
nothing
but
flattery
and
lies
.
The
Spicers
are
dissemblers
and
braggarts
and
the
Brotherhood
is
full
of
pirates
.
"
"
Then
I
must
heed
Pyat
Pree
,
and
go
to
the
warlocks
.
"
The
merchant
prince
sat
up
sharply
.
"
Pyat
Pree
has
blue
lips
,
and
it
is
truly
said
that
blue
lips
speak
only
lies
.
Heed
the
wisdom
of
one
who
loves
you
.
Warlocks
are
bitter
creatures
who
eat
dust
and
drink
of
shadows
.
They
will
give
you
naught
.
They
have
naught
to
give
.
"
