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eyes should be. They glowed disconcertingly.
"Craft, indeed," said the astronomer, and smiled
"I would the Arch astronomer appeared not to have noticed it.
"Continue," he said.
"There are some essential skills that I lack. Yet I am Goldeneyes Silverhand Dactylos," said the craftsman. "I made the Metal Warriors that guard the Tomb of Pitchiu, I designed the Light Dams of the Great Nef, I built the Palace of the Seven Deserts. And yet-" he reached imagine that there is no greater craftsman on the entire disc than you, Goldeneyes. Would I be right?"The craftsman paused, his naked body - naked at least, were it not for a toolbelt, a wrist abacus and a deep tan - tensing as he considered the implications of this last remark. The golden eyes appeared to be looking into some other world."The answer is both yes and no," he said at last Some of the lesser astronomers behind the throne gasped at this lack of etiquette, but