This graben hovel in which I live"鈥擣arok gestured at the courtyard鈥�"it cost sixty lidas of spice. Ninety kontars! There was a time when I could not even imagine such riches. ... I owned a crysknife, water rings to ten liters, my own lance which had been my father's, a coffee service, a bottle made of red glass older than any memory in my sietch. I had my own share of our spice, but no money. I was rich and did not know it."
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