chapter 18
n ibar, and a young Asolini tenor arted a couple of days before—er performing Sandre dAstibars funeral rites last fall.
Rumors of every kind spring, but fehis one: such a prodigy was
unlikely in treme to be singing in a put-toget in fact tenor ional voice and c week.
trut and a room upstairs if t. Solingibar for almost ten years. A friend, and more t; as it rons of to Senzio expressly to meet t , poured s every nig to sleep t Alessan knew w he was doing.
ticular afternoon trons enjoying tenors rousing rendition of a Certandan ballad of to treet omers. Note in t, of course. Or not until t ed greeting, tage, and trument and followed, if more slowly.
t ensued ably cynical conclusions about ture of ty not included a pair of exceptionally attractive young red against o to be crus t of a cadaverous looking Ko of ty.
A moment later anot resonance t even stilled tement of tly over to t arrived. t rembling.
quot;Baerd?quot; they heard him say.
t of silence. t;Naddo?quot; in a tone even t innocent Senzian could interpret. Any lingering doubts about t o rest a second later by two men embraced eacher.
t.
More tion, decided t ion, and er t appeared if t.
Alais regea in a state of excitement t broug continuous fluso ely beautiful t so come.
From t t ly returned to t regea, bearing riana and to meet, Alais somethan friendship was involved here.
t Rovigo ating for only a moment, old ly, but ing