quot;Catriana, Im so sorry,quot; Alais where was real grief in her voice.

    Catriana s;Not; s  to speak.

    quot;Only vanity.  does it matter?quot; So be erribly. S a oucurned sidetle, on ter, and leaned  then, holding her close while she cried.

    On ter tunelessly to ed clot textures,  of afternoon as it filtered doo treet in a quarter he sun.

    Baerd lay in t  time ing  er triana ing doo them.

    t regea very urn from Quileia, rigainous province as a good place to seek out and nurture any sloion.

    tain from t, but to to times over ty itself and in tains of its distrada, finding in trengtness t erribly sloingly indirect patheir lives.

    ys maze of streets infinitely better to oto avoid as dangerous dead-ends. It ant, in to know suchings.

    sout from t, and to tavern ing cover of t cer curfereet by craop of one of t linked her side.

    Be being balked by seemingly inadvertent t t be: a milk-cart creet, a keg of  avern. regea,  of its people too.

    In a s time  square, ance entirely from roof to roof, flitting liged and unseen.  enjoyed t been so  Catriana. At tregea taller and treets o continue ill o t and leaped to land on its roof.

    s, listening carefully for sounds of alarm in treet below.

    raffic of late afternoon t from its old  s trapdoor and slipped doo tremazzos attic.

    ed for o adjust to tself e clearly, and  takable rumble of tremazzos bass tones. It ime, but some to change.

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