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Having refreshed himself, and in some degree moderated his rash drunkenness, with a large jug of ice-water-and-rose, Baradir extricated himself from the Bazaar. He did so by the simple expedient of keeping his treacherous eyes shut as much as possible, or nearly so, employing just enough of his cursed vision to manoeuvre a way through the milling crowds and the rings of tents. Still, he arrived at the exit with streaming eyes and his thoughts in disarray, and had just presence of mind enough to note that Yasmine had abandoned her perch by the rock-door.
He was not again accosted by her, nor by anyone else. Perhaps the scarf he had wound over his head had helped to conceal any distinguishing features Yasmine might have taken it upon herself to spread around.
He did, though, hear more t
