om be it had indeed been cropped away, in a ragged line above her shoulders.

    Sed indifference. quot;It o cut it off.”

    quot;; Baerd asked. Somet;? I assume a friend, given where we are.”

    quot;A fair assumption,quot; t ans say I could ter place for our con-traina to ing.”

    quot;Rovigo!quot; Baerd murmured, onis and a s surge of delig;ell met! It oo long.”

    quot;Rovigo dAstibar?quot; Sandre said suddenly, coming for;Is t whis is?”

    quot;I t I kne voice,quot; Rovigo said, sanding up abruptly. Baerd moved quickly doo to steady t. Rovigo took trides and leaped past o t;I do kno, but I cannot believe I am . In tals, he dead, my lord?”

    Even as  in tall grass before Sandre, Duke of Astibar. East of t along ter and over the bank.

    quot;In a manner of speaking I ; Sandre said. quot;it altered by Baerds craft.quot; o . t eacher.

    quot;Alessan  tell me last fall, but ner ; Rovigo his possible, my lord?”

    quot;I never died,quot; Sandre said simply. quot;It ion. Part of a poor, foolis returned to t niger t.quot; ; I o t state, neigs tside my ening to ts.”

    Under ting blue moonligain glint in epped back a little, but  avert ;It  you no; ;A cause you  out my tongue before betraying you to Barbadior. I t kno.”

    quot;I do kno,quot; Sandre said after a moment. quot; deal more than I can say for my own kin.”

    quot;Only one of t; Rovigo said quickly, quot;and he is dead.”

    quot;; Sandre repeated. quot;t of t s