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- Barrin glanced back toward Urza, who helmed the golden galley New Tolaria. It had become his floating workshop, mobile and elusive, beyond the reach of any petty government. From the moment the refitted and renamed ship had slid out of dry dock, Urza had been its unquestioned master. Captain Malzra, the students called him, and he proved a deft helmsman. Somewhere in his three and a half millennia, the man had learned to sail. Better still, Urza’s knack for teaching seamanship equaled his talent for teaching artifice. He did not so much instruct as demonstrate and inspire. The young scholars needed only watch the master hoist the main or scale the ratlines before they all wanted to do it as well and as quickly as he.
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- Time Streams, Chapter 7
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