…Now, this turned out to be both a blessing and a curse on
Conan because at night when he wanted to sleep the cat’s
eye was forever starting at the squeak of a mouse and the
flurry of a bird, and during the day, when he wanted to
observe the movements of a host or the gathering of an
assembly, the eye was fast close in his head in the deepest
sleep, and there was nothing that Conan could do about it.
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