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- The axiom smiled and laughed, a high, cold sound. “You’re mad. She’s
- mad. This woman is absolutely mad!”
- “What’s the square root of 21,316?” demanded Ana.
- “Wh-what?” said the axiom, startled. “Why are you—”
- “The answer is 146,” said Ana. “What’s 98 to the power of four?”
- The axiom was silent.
- “The answer is 92,236,816,” said Ana. “What about 92,236,816 divided
- by 21,316? Can you do that?”
- Silence.
- “Can you?” demanded Vashta. “Can you not?” She looked to Fayazi.
- “Why can she not?”
- Fayazi began to shake but did not answer. The axiom’s cold, dead stare
- grew even colder.
- “I think the answer is a little over 4,327,” said Ana. “But don’t quote
- me.” She grinned. “You bear the heralds of an axiom—but you can’t do
- math at all, can you?"
- - The Tainted Cup, Chapter 37 pg. 339
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