t is entirely fair. I can only pray you  o it t is a grief—I cannot tell you  is—but I am unable to accede.”

    For t time o be reac;Names are poyrant-sorcerers from overseas most certainly knoterest  of our triump comes, and not before. I  t is not a co be truly to let t suffice you, my lord, or must  ways?”

    t question one bereft of t  of his arrival.

    Just as Devins earlier fear o excitement, so noement surrender to somet yet identify. ared at Alessan. to prevent t naked showing of his need.

    Nievole cleared  loudly, as if to dispel an aura, a resonance of somet seemed to ered t of tside. Anoted from to reply to Alessan.

    t he would have said, or Scalvaia.

    Afterars in Eannas Diadem in a moonless dark, Devin   moment carry rying—for reasons  to explain—to imagine e lines run differently from t lodge.

    scenarios in   rut became a queer, private sorroer. A symbol, a displacement of regret. A reminder of  o be mortal and so doomed to tread one road only and t one only once, until Morian called ts . e can never truly kno walked.

    t eac lodge o e portals to endings near or far  cried a second time, very clearly, just as Nievole began to speak.

    Alessan flung up ;trouble!quot; ;Baerd?”

    t .  and leggings cut in t, gleamed a dazzling blue. he carried a drawn sword.

    o Astibar.

    quot;Lets go!quot; tly. quot;You and t son and tions. Get rid of tra glasses.”

    quot; is it?quot; tomasso dAstibar asked quickly,