“If that is always the case, why do they continue to try?”Xanthus shook his head. Each child was thehandpicked son or daughter of a consul. “You be from Fledgling House?” he asked incredulously. Tristan turned to look at the old woman.
As the second spell brightly illuminated the depths, shestared in wonder at the sea’s untold mysteries. Working swiftly, they tied their ropes to the Tammerland’smany mooring cleats, then took off, letting out line as they went. It was understood between them now that he had to do everything that Maise wanted because he'd given her such a tough time before they were married. Amid the ominous quiet, Xanthus started the long wait for dawn.
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