Darsel shook her head, willing the memories away.

  "I'm finished." She touched Nason's shoulder.

  The young man went to look in a mirror above the basin, and Darsel felt her throat tighten. He looked so much like Cedric that it hurt. Oh Ceddie, he has your smile, though he rarely uses it. He has your curiosity and stubbornness as well.

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  Darsel had put Nason's hair into a loose braid, skillfully knotted at the end. She was surprised when she caught a little smile on his face as he gazed into the mirror.