n remotely submissive or cened let alone so sucuation . . .

    triana t, could be oo clearly sometimes. S Baerd beside ony appraisal of t  arrogance, s just a male pride. It ive response to tyrants po .

    quot;Stop it!quot; s even as serse command and acorianas mout dry. So er. Sandre did the same.

    quot; are you doing?quot; s;Remember where we are!”

    Sime for no more. to t, grey-haired relic from Khardhun.

    quot;I dont like t; taring at Baerd. t of t his eyes were pale and hard.

    Catriana s time in a year tation so direct o be calm, to say t things.

    s kno Baerd  moment.

    Not six Barbadians on ando, but as many Ygratill sharp as a wound from only

    yesterday. All time seemed to fall apart and blos suchis.

    Baerd forced o avert ake, kneake  careful. oo eupoo fast on a floodtide of emotion, seeing to tune  it , far too early, so mucrollable in ture. And to live to see t future or everyted. Years and lives, tient conjuring of dream into reality.

    do;I am sorry if I  you. e  seen so many soldiers on the road in years.”

    quot;e moved aside to make ; Sandre added in his deep voice.

    quot;You be silent,quot; t;If I s I will inform you.”

    One of toep backriana, be  and gripped t; h fear.

    Saring at o er he pond.

    quot;Forgive us,quot; Baerd repeated, in a muffled tone. quot;e meant no  all.”

    quot;Really? ing our numbers?”

    quot;Counting? Your numbers? hing?”

    quot;You tell