"I don't suppose it's dodgy at all. Merely...narrow. A divide between one continent and another."

Her answer was measured. Careful. She was not so accustomed to being called upon for such input and such answers. She was not so accustomed to being spoken to casually -- as so many in either court insisted on doing. And so every conversation was an exercise in waiting for the trap to spring. The hard truth to hit home.

"As for the Shivering Sea," which the typist apologizes for mistyping, "I suppose it's rather cold."