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The Gunslinger
Marten stopped smiling abruptly. "You can go to the roof now, boy. I believe you have business there."
But Marten had misunderstood, underestimated. They had been speaking in the low tongue, a parody of informality. But now the boy flashed into High Speech: "My mother has not yet dismissed me bondsman!"
Marten's face twisted as if quirt-lashed. The boy heard his mother's dreadful, woeful gasp. She spoke his name.
But the painful smile remained intact on the boy's face and he stepped forward.
"Will you give me a sign of fealty, bondsman? In the name of my father whom you serve?"
Marten stared at him rankly, unbelieving.
"Go," Marten said gently. Go and find your hand."
Smiling the boy went.