t ,  ornament.

    quot;I ion t,quot; t;I actually , because if I am tions are unsettling, to say t. t is, I never spoke to your fativities and someed me to find out about ting and be  flattered by  raturbed t  me. On t; ime, quot;it is Sandre dAstibar alking about, and I do seem to make six  I?quot;  any visible irony, tos trestles.

    quot;You are, t Alberico?quot; Nievoles eyes chful.

    quot;I am not,quot; said te bluntly. quot;Alberico means noto me. Except as a tool. A o open a door of my own.”

    quot;And  lies be door?quot; Scalvaia asked from deep in his armchair.

    But in t moment tomasso remembered.

    quot;I kno; ly. quot;I saregean ses!quot; taeri snapped ion came o him as well.

    quot;I played t; te unruffled. quot;But I am not a sregea. It ed my purposes to play a role, many different roles, in fact, for a great many years. tomasso bar Sandre ougo appreciate t.quot; he grinned.

    tomasso did not return t;Perances, you mig;  as politely as tuation seemed to . quot;My fat  .”

    quot;Nor, Im afraid, s yet,quot; t;t o s onight.”

    It ter-of-factly said,  less.

    to forestall Nievoles predictable burst of anger tomasso said quickly, quot;You  deny us some information surely, even if you co sool for you. A tool for -of-tregea?quot; o find t  ioned yesterday. quot; is your oo this lodge?”

    till, almost masklike. And into ting silence t ensued ;I  Brandin. I  Brandin of Ygrat my souls immortality beyond t portal of