rkest ts. ted one into t six montrying to piece togetory of my life to give to Speck. Our er ion sloired in December and slept until Marco to me.

    Solemn-eyed Lucs and drained tea. it deliberation, t on eittling in for a long talk. Luc of rye poking tending to study t the branches.

    quot;Good morning, lads. ’s on your minds?quot;

    quot;eve been to t; said Smaolach.

    quot; gone t; said Luchóg.

    quot;e knooquot;

    quot;Read tory of your life.quot;

    Smaolacurned o;A  ;

    quot;?quot; I asked.

    turned t know wo look.

    quot;Youve got a feories ; Luc;May I ask o ;

    quot; did I get ;

    quot;My understanding is t an aut e a book  ; Luc;One doesnt go time and effort to be t expects to be picked.quot;

    Smaolac . quot;It ake, I to e a book t no one ;

    quot;You are quite rig times  dares to bring someto a ;

    I stood and broke tion. quot;ould you please tell me,quot; I ;;

    quot;Im afraid its your fat; said Luchóg.

    quot;My fat about o ;

    quot; w;

    quot; my friend means to say is t t your fat all. t man is anot;

    quot;Come ; said Luchóg.

    As ried to untangle tions of to my book. First, ting to  about tunately, tic cers, a bit eccentric, true, but steadfast allies in my adventures. tioning posed an intriguing concern,  t ao  actually get a book to Speck, or, more to t, about to e it all doy  to e do all. te no books, painted not tural hers?

    At sunset, epped out of