o Alessan and Baerd.

    t porter at t by, leering, sure of where.

    I  sleep o  h any man.

    So mucangled she guards hands moving over her.

    mortal knee line ably per about Devin in t of tly in almost every ed it to. Not t sures or fates t day. Not then.

    And noerns began to unfold again? told o trances and endings, a candle starting a blaze.

    By time too. But treated esy as tes and across tral courtyard. Ligically doerior  tars. Eannas ligh a name.

    t into tle t t ly open. Beyond it, as triana caugely furnished in dark, rich colors.

    In tself stood Ango matcime t day.

    S ake o there were candles burning everywhere.

    quot;Red vixen,quot; ;o play?”

    Devin  tion of building tension and enforced idleness, coupled o look at Alessans face sometimes—of o a culmination, created a pervasive, dangerous irritability among them all.

    In traordinary, a blessing of grace t few days.

    Rovigos daugo groler and yet more at ease among to be o fill t need. Observant, unceasingly clessly conversational, ions and briges from all of t single-ed times from degenerating into sullen grimness or fractious rancor. Blind Rinaldo t in love o flouris t, almost grateful t tensions of time ing him from addressing his own inward feelings.

    In tmospe, pale beauty and diffident grace singled  like some floransplanted ly true. An observer c er as so conversation, and the mans eyes spoke volumes.

    No t t urning t expedition of