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"
You
mean
,
"
said
Sam
,
"
you
’
ll
let
me
stay
on
here
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
mad
at
me
?
"
The
mask
was
rigid
and
carved
and
cold
and
sightless
.
"
Prepare
your
place
of
food
,
"
said
the
voice
softly
.
"
And
take
this
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
Sam
blinked
at
the
silver
-
foil
scroll
that
was
handed
him
,
upon
which
,
in
hieroglyph
,
snake
figures
danced
.
"
It
is
the
land
grant
to
all
of
the
territory
from
the
silver
mountains
to
the
blue
hills
,
from
the
dead
salt
sea
there
to
the
distant
valleys
of
moonstone
and
emerald
,
"
said
the
Leader
.
"
M
-
mine
?
"
said
Sam
,
incredulous
.
"
Yours
.
"
