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I don't know that I'd describe farm-work as back breaking. I will admit that the variety and magnitude of tasks I had to perform counted against my Weekly Physical Therapy just like it were days spent in the Agoge.

"When you come back," Agmar said, "Your fees are tripled. You eat too much food."

"Oh, don't listen to him." Amara said. "Your fees are only doubled."

Agmar grumbled, to which she said, "You know he only eats twice what you do."

"Oh." she said, "Besh, give the young man the package for your aunt."

I sniffed the package. "Leftovers from dinner."

"Swear to me that my sister, and not you, shall eat these."

"I don't swear what she'll do with it, but she'll get the package intact." I placed it into inventory, the safest way of transporting things that I know.

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