But  no to do it.  of Ales-san, and of all times ting ake  ongued Catriana? Or Devin? No, Devin c careful, focused attention, and come to ime. Sandre would call him a fool.

    And per someto the words Donar had spoken.

    rivial superstition. A c dro .

    Almost ty years, Mattio had said.

    t, Donar had said.

    t be little in it, or a great deal, or not all, or everything.

    to the lees.

    It ter, deatter. For one panicked, irrational moment e of spring.

    ttio wince

    ruefully at taste of he panic passed.

    table  aed from its trestles. Pallets  to lie upon. Elena moved to ook t s do.

    Baerd t of er, of t clear image of he wide world.

    Donar to on Baerds otc t.

    quot;Leave your s;It will be useless whe fields.”

    Baerd ated a moment longer; ter recklessness, of a mystic folly   against tches.

    quot;Close your eyes,quot; ;It is easier t ; ant. ever o act upon ;It ; s;but it  be. Eart us grace, and t.quot; It  thing he heard.

    It  sleep. ever it   sleep, for no dream could be this keen in his face.

    all of coming  many people—tios.

    t range. he looked up.

    And Baerd sa t  green-gold of spring. It s green and golden ligars in constellations ed,  pounding, searctern t o  retc sains at all. No snole Borso to nort. Or ?

    est. ition urned to look t trees, of grass, bare of flower and se and barren.

    quot;Yes, look t; Donars deep voice said from be;and understand e