n ural voice, dropping tificial, fluting tone t ibar. o see bote t immediately, turned to him.

    quot;; groomassos voice, nor ions gave too muctle indeed.

    quot;My brotaeri and nep.quot; tles of Sandreni red reserve as ing to see wher had said would follow. Scalvaia would ask, Sandre had said.

    quot;; Lord Scalvaia asked softly.

    Inomasso saluted em to release t, ;I dont kno name o come  our council tonight.”

    t oo had been carefully chosen.

    quot;Council?quot; elegant Scalvaia ec;It appears t I he

    impression t t; Nievoles dark eyes glo tomasso.

    quot;A little more t,quot; said taeri as ered the room, herado behind him.

    tomasso o see te sobriety, and to note t, for all t timing of taeris entrance, his expression was profoundly serious.

    quot;You ; tomasso murmured, moving to pour t;You may not  herado, Giannos son.”

    t silent, as omasso carried to her and nephew.

    tillness lasted a moment longer, to a cretc in front of ed ed it at tomasso. tip did not waver.

    quot;I asked you a question,quot; iful voice. quot;omasso bar Sandre?  enses?”

    tomasso stopped playing o t at last. o burly Nievole.

    quot;t; ;o be t lords of any real po in Astibar. ters past  ended to die on tival. At a time o refuse es of burial—ime wibar, wo name you his vigil-keepers.”

    e recitation and let ;My fat  suspicion, or interruption, or risk of being detected, to set in motion certain plans for tibar.”