Chapter 8
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taking roundabout routes in an attempt to avoid t mornings, till found. ts to elude t.
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t t for t aled t as tco something worse.
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to tire of t.
But t afternoon, just as tany of being lost a group of four mercs came trudging up tion born of s malice.
quot;Stop!quot; s did, very abruptly. One obeyed Ygrate, w be from.
quot;Come ; ts to stand in front of the boys.
A premonition of sometouc moment like a cold finger on her spine.
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It une. Even from . t o . Sed moment e s .
ed tears and opened ched.
quot;You,quot; said to tice—tarted ;your province ell t it was.”
Se s, oblivious to t irrelevance, leaned forraining icipation. Dianora sa ion.
t;None of t!quot; ;For your life, say t; Naddo, very clearly, said, quot;tigana.”
And of course not one of ts could say back t for ty golden ygras or ty times so many. Dianora could read t, t confronting sorcery al.
tled eacer. turned to her.
quot;No,quot; ly before t;You . t — to prove?”
een, and mucoo too long over it