in years. Since, if trutold, t looked as if  all.

    , Devin dAsoli asked o do to get a drink in Astibar? And on tival, no less!

    tively laug not so infuriating. It  inn t refused to serve ed flask of Senzio green tocked, joy-killing priests of Eanna. t fervently, deserved better of s.

    It appeared t a year ago, in t of terminable jockeying for ascendancy s yrants token council t too muciousness among tibar and t, more to t of course, suc And since it  taverns and khav rooms bred license . . .

    It aken less to promulgate and begin enforcing a la no youteen years could buy a drink in Astibar.

    Eannas dust-dry priests celebrated—in ic fased—tty triumps of Morian and t priestesses of ties ed ably, wine.

    tavern-keepers ly un didnt do to be loudly unibar) t so mucrade as for ted laavern, or k time, if any of tous Barbadian mercenaries so drop by, and srarily—to decide t a given patron looked too young . . .  avern closed for a montavern-keeper locked up for time.

    All of een-year-olds in Astibar truly out of luck. Along  gradually became evident teen-year-old singer from Asoli.

    After tions along t side of treet of temples, Devin empted to go across to tasy, and atic. As anotional, option emplated breaking a ing if any of tc.

    o do so, as muc of genuine devotion to Eanna of to an oppressive areets of As- tibar. tern Palm of course, but no as it ibar where Alberico had based himself.

    In t tounately still-functioning sense