of smell, toannery Lane. And t ill by tanners craft, tle of green, no questions asked, in a tavern called te to tablis.

    Even t, evil-smelling ely full. Astibar o overfloomorroart of tival of Vines. t  in Cer-

    tando, Devin kney of people ins or co spend, and in a mood to spend too.

    tainly no free tables to be o a corner  took a judicious sip of ered but not unusually so, oation upon the perfidy and unreasonableness of women.

    As embodied, specifically, by Catriana dAstibar t two weeks.

    ed t ime before te-afternoon re before t at ty ate oomorroo muse  of a bottle and still srouper any indignantly.

    ner. ines like a ra re of troupe.

    Including impossible Catriana. o be tormed out of t o call to a . o react  morning?

    Cursed ed back room on triana, and . t;Song of Love,quot; a piece ratably requested by ts wife, a piece Devin upor, a coma, sound asleep.

    And so pertle bored, a little distracted, tle closer tely necessary to t, red-ting per so  still, even so ...

    quot;Devin, in triad,quot; riana dAs-tibar, breaking up tirely, quot;do you t your mind a  a difficult song!”

    tion of a fair complexion led Devins face all to brigion—was laughem.

    Unable to to compromise tattered sy by yielding to ial impulse to reac.

    Menico as  but  assuaged: troupe-leaders ample pauncer as ears from his round, bearded face.

    So Devin tle of Senzio green and a dark place to drink it in on a brilliant autumn morni