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| - "What does he make from this glass, Lucas?"
- "I'll help him, but this time I'll need some of what he makes from the sand."
- "One of my teachers from the Citadel is here again, my [lord/lady]. He needs good sand from the deep desert to make fine glass- and he needs an escort."
- Sand and sun share color and heat where the horizon is lost in haze, where water is scarce and danger waits.
- "Tell me, Lucas, why does he need sand from such a dangerous area?"
- "The best pieces become lenses for far-eyes. His work is as fine as Myrish stuff, though the quantity is smaller. One man is not a city."
- "I'll assign an escort. You go too, Maester Lucas. See what else you can learn from him."
- "The Citadel serves the realm; how can I do less? He'll have all the help he needs."
- "It is a curious dichotomy, my [lord/lady]. The less life seen by the sand, the more life there is in the glass. A matter of impurities, you see."
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