HistóriaCânoneAn old man at a dawn fire admires the sunrise as if he had a hand in it, and Quibbins drinks his tea.
The North Star's flare is the trapper's telling, and Ezalor's pride in the sunrise stays his joke rather than a claim to have made it.
takes tea with at dawn and feels he has sat with something that remembers when morning was brand new. He finds the old man crouched over a sputtering fire, coaxing a kettle to boil, frail and bundled up and mumbling like any wanderer, while his horse whinnies nervously. A trapper had warned him not to be fooled by old Ezalor: he met him lost one starless night, and then the North Star flared like a lantern.
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