crisply. quot;till dont knoo be the—”

    opped t for tling leaves it  in trialla ly raised one  roughrough his hair. he shook his head.

    quot;Do you kno; o Baerd, in  a conversational tone, quot; times? It ; ;Come on—and pray  too late!”

    tars ser of Eannas Diadem , folloingale was

    singing, as if in anso trialla of before, as tated for a moment ture Devin already recognized. through.

    By tomed by noo darkness—on thin.

    till rested on its trestles, altered and knocked a t tibar.

    t Scalvaias severed errible distance ao control the lurch of sickness in his gorge.

    quot;O; Alessan o time.”

    quot;t; came a ed voice from deep in one of t;trangled at birth.”

    Devin jumped ,  h shock.

    tood beside tirely ;I t you ; he said.

    truggling to understand, straining to make out tall, gaunt form by t glohe embers.

    Alessan seemed quite unruffled. quot;Im sorry I kept you ing t; ;It took me too long to riddle to express my sorro for you, my lord Sandre.”

    Devins jas oo fast for him.

    quot;I  t,quot; said t figure in front of t;I do not deserve your respect t of anyone else. Once per anymore. You are speaking to an old vain fool—exactly as t too many years alone, tangled in  in everyt carelessness. It  me tonighe Sandreni will be no more.”

    te, objectively damning, devoid of self-pity. tone of a judge in some dark ion.

    quot; ; Alessan asked quietly.

    quot;traitor.quot; Flat, uninflecte