chapter 11
as t year ttles of t years. e are fig not far from noo t battle of our war.”
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quot;And all t just ando. And people will die. Of hunger or of plague.”
quot;All over t; look aion t . was sickening.
quot;take, ttle for a small peninsula. All over t is said t ours is not ttered by time and tars.”
quot;Carlozzi taughis?”
quot;Carlozzi taugand eacly, our oroubles perhaps in dream.”
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urned aern Donar. And despite t. tood on traight and his head held high, a man in his prime.
A o t greatly cer, till e trangeness of t. her eyes, he saw, were a very deep blue.
quot;ere your eyes t same color an ; he asked.
S;It knohis year.
It ctle for me every time. color are they now?”
quot;Blue. Extremely blue.”
quot;ell t extremely blue, but blue.quot; ;Sell you ; ty, a lig his lips.
quot;tell me.”
quot;You look like a boy,quot; stle laug;A fourteen-or fifteen-year-old boy, beardless noo cut if we half a chance.”
Baerd felt t in . It actually seemed to stop for an instant before beginning again, laboriously, to beat. urned s his hands.
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