protective art, one t most of ter in t certainly can be slain, by arroruments of violent deat be.

    trut men and triad in tars or single as of space.

    It is trut mortal man cannot understand  off in fullest floo sue must sometimes be trampled and evil flourisy of a country garden. e lines of men.

    It  t  for deatent upon taut, bleeding form of tomasso. No one he crippled lord in his chair.

    It —mercilessly random—t t evenings Captain of to o t cory in things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

    Alberico, turning in a o snap an order at ain, saraigurning tile bursting into his brain.

    It o urned tiest   ook all time for ture. t t was his ending had already been loosed.

    Alberico released his hold upon his body.

    atcerror and disbelief, tomasso sa he wall above a window.

    And in t same scintilla of time, kno an instant later ant too late—t  forever,  to ently in te t lay in ambuss of o himself.

    It hing.

    o  eyelid from t day on, and rengt it ired, ever after,  foot o splay outracing trange release of t momentary magic. hen, much as Scalvaia had done.

    t fougo focus properly, Alberico of Barbadior sareated by ted sain of ted of stones and metals Alberico did not recognize, clattered loudly to to turally dense. tling sound to rembling at the back of his knees.

    It , etcunned silence of trusted o even try to speak.

    quot;You are dung,quot; o tain. quot;You are less t. You are filt;  h