e only really applied to t some of ttered about ty were doing for release  imagine. Or, yes his was Senzio.

    quot;Somet; Blind Rinaldo said abruptly beside ilting he air.

    Alessan stopped sketcrada terrain on tablecloth and looked up quickly. So did Rovigo.

    Sandre had already half-risen from his chair.

    Alais o table. Even before s a finger of dread touch him.

    quot;Catrianas gone!quot; sing to keep o Devin, ted on Alessan.

    quot;? ; Rovigo said s;e would o see her when she came down, surely?”

    quot;tairs outside,quot; Alessan said. iced, tened on the

    tabletop. tared at Alais. quot; else?”

    te. quot;S understand  ternoon. I o ask  it but I ... I didnt  to presume. So ask questions of. But t.”

    quot;A silk go; Alessan said incredulously, ; in Morians name . . . ?”

    But Devin already knew. ely.

    Alessan  been  morning, neitanding.

    A bone-deep fear dried  . ood up, tipping over his chair, spilling his wine.

    quot;Oriana,quot; ;Catriana, no!quot; Stupidly, fatuously, as if sill be stopped, still be kept among t into thomable courage and her pride.

    quot;? Devin, tell me, ?quot; Sandre, voice like a knife. Alessan said noturned, the grey eyes bracing for pain.

    quot;So tle,quot; Devin said flatly. quot;So kill Ang art the war.”

    Even as ional t quite gone, somet, infinitely deeper, driving le already t all.

    beside ep be into t look back.

    Eanna, sly, over and over