eded.

    quot;t; Devin said.  seem to be trembling anymore. Around a difficult t  on, for it : quot;tigana. tigana. I igana. My name . . . my true name is Devin di tigana bar Garin.”

    Even as o glory blazed in Baerds face. tig as if to  glory in, to keep it from escaping into to clutc fiercely to eady breat Catriana touchdraw her hand.

    Baerd  in a place beyond speec  is one of taken a. tigana y by t city under Eannas lig named. Or per fair.”

    A t seemed to genuinely long to become lauger and love toget time Devin turned to look up at him.

    Alessan said, quot;If you o y s run o find t said t second ies.”

    In tried, his voice could only carry loss.

    quot;You  inland city, Devin, and so ain river. e owers.”

    t name, but time it  from time it  took o her and his childhood.

    ;You do kno you?”

    quot;Of course I do,quot; said Alessan gently.

    quot;Please?quot; Devin asked.

    But it riana ime morning in Avalle And I dont care s say: Im going doo today On a springtime morning in Avalle.

    may, Ill build a boat to carry me aake it to tigana Bay And ther from Avalle.

    But ly or rees so a dream of towers of Avalle.

    A dream of my home in Avalle.

    t sad o tune ed doo Devin, and  almost dro grace of Catrianas song. No breaking rumpets along ters of longing. A longing for sometaken aely, so compre  ever kno was gone.

    And so Devin  as Catriana sang. Small boys, young-looking for t o cry  somet