Fathers & Daughters
'My spies in Havnor tell me he's well formed, for an accursed sorcerer, and no darker than a sailor who's seen a few years beneath the sun. From the north, they say, not far from the White Lands. Not like those dark ones from the south, who carry their heads under their arms, and who knows what besides.'
But his daughter said nothing.
'You're sharp, for a girl,' the king went on, when the silence got to bothering him, 'not like those blockheads your sisters, no good for anything but decoration. You'll soon learn to wear him like an arm-ring!'