PROLOGUE
oss to all t of all, to terrible King of Ygratred t least omorrow.
Valentin , looking out at tar fall, angling across t of to plunge, most likely, into tting tion; time to be putting a burden of false certitude upon the Prince.
Just as to apologize, Valentin spoke, to carry beyond their small circle of dark.
quot;I and er as o ease men into sleep. t much else we can do.”
quot;t; Saevar offered. quot;I Ive never sculpted eithem.”
quot;Im sorry for t,quot; Valentin said. quot;If anyts for any lengtime after us it suce to; urned to . quot;teen and nineteen, and if I could ther . . . and your son.”
It Valentin sucime as this.
to t and a little berialla suddenly began to sing and bot, listening to t sound. Saevars taken for fear.
Valentin said, quot;But I ansion, old friend. trut trut almost all of t will be all of ours. Forgive me.”
quot;to forgive,quot; Saevar said quickly, and as firmly as ;t a be a soldier but I a fool. It ion: I can see the river.”
quot;And t; Valentin added quietly. quot;More t, t back greater numbers, even tle. But Brandins magic is t be blood for t o the boy?”
Saevar turned to look at t, disbelieving. , t;I ; ion, quot;and o ture I ever made of you.”
A second later took to realize t Valentin laughter like any Saevar had ever heard.
quot;O; t lengt;I t. Oerrible pride. ill t most about us, do you ter we are gone?”
quot;Per; Saevar said. quot;