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We left my grandmother to her adoring fans and returned to the large tent of the merchant maester, Mammonia. Deiger stood guard outside the shut flap, but he drew aside the canvas and bowed his head as we passed. Mammonia herself was seated in the chair behind the table, and at our coming she graced us with a smile.
“Good morning to you all,” she greeted us.
Sage stopped in front of the table and bowed his head. “Good morning, eminent maester of the geld. How might we assist you?”
She shook her head. “No, it is I who wish to assist you. In eating, that is.”
He raised his head and blinked at her. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
Mammonia looked past us and at her tiger servant. “The ledgers please, Deiger.”
Deiger walked over to a wooden crate and opened the lid. Inside was a
