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isters into tax-gatherers for the lesser, or civil estate.”Chancellor Florestan threw back his head with a burst of laughter so heartily sustained that it was not hard to see how he had won his callin

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y and said, simply; “No.”“It was my fault,” he said, “and I regret—”“No. I am the one most to blame. It does not matter now for any reason.” Her mouth moved and she looked down, tieing laces. “Dear Go tte. (For the first time she knows what it is to be a conspirator, Rodvard thought.) There was a self-sacrificing debate over where to sleep, for the singer had only the one bed and tried to insist th 垮汦洖桽棵忋拞栏於烎橝寪媨漰巊惖婮唭啸妀噿涖呌袅榧擜姨椵夞彂巘妀嗙槾晗嗡婰欔獘朰羯,up sleepily and sipped a little wine; there was nothing to eat but the end of a loaf, most of which Rodvard devoured, surprised to find that he was hungry, (and a tingle running down his veins as he

Baron Mondaifer,” he said, fiercely, “and I would like to kill him, too.”267Lalette slipped off her head-mask and ran a hand across her hair, looking very princess with her dark head against the white e roof-edge, finger laced in finger, for it seemed a long time. From below in the court, voices floated up, clear as though they were only a few feet away, except that one could not make out words, on you have borne one of these baubles as long as I, you will learn something—namely, that few of us are different from the rest. I saw a man in a dungeon once, a murderer, whose thoughts were better th


that Lalette had seen it, too.“Shall we try it?” he whispered, and then, incontinently, “I love you” (which was for that enchanted moment true). For answer she disengaged her hand from his and began t

e reserved to God. But is not His Grace astute?”“Yet it seems to me shocking that a man who has done no wrong—”285“Ah, I see where you lead. Ser Bergelin, wrong is not in acts alone, or else every sol can discover all this as clearly as I,” said Rodvard (a little quickfire of suspicion running through him).“Better in the open, but we’d know the secret purposes, and whom to trust. Mathurin takes Cle e reserved to God. But is not His Grace astute?”“Yet it seems to me shocking that a man who has done no wrong—”285“Ah, I see where you lead. Ser Bergelin, wrong is not in acts alone, or else every sol Marquis of Palm’s palace to make the costumes for the spring festival. She’s going to stay all night and she told me I must go to bed. But this is more fun.” He looked at Lalette again, and his eyes er the other, so he had to make a bundle with underclothing and wrap it in the cloak that it was too fine a day to wear. The festival-cap must stay behind, even though it might bring some coppers from

dge of the cloak tight.“I am sorry I said what lately I did . . . about being seduced. Will you forgive? I do not wish to be a shrew, as my mother said, and I will say that I do not regret—what we did far-off glorious times, when one could clap on a hat and run forth to adventure instead of a day’s toil over yellow documents at the Office of Pedigree. What could one do in this modern war, where no r has a new head made, I shall have to give it a different name.”The boy looked at Rodvard solemnly, and though the Blue Star was cold as cold upon his breast, he could not somehow draw quite clear th widened suddenly. “Oh, are you the witch? Witch something for me.”In spite of her situation, Lalette smiled. “Aren’t you afraid it would hurt you?”“Oh, no. We are Amorosians, and so witches can’t hurt

fine chin line and cheekbones, and the pointed coronet badge in her hat that showed her a baron’s daughter. All morning Rodvard had been dozing and drowsing; she greeted him gaily; “Have you found mo Now take off that finery; be prompt here at two glasses before midnight for Mathurin to dress you.”II“But where does this intrigue lead?” asked Rodvard.“Could not your Blue Star give you a clue?” said harmonies and tales—but that did not do very well either, the poems he had always loved seemed suddenly pointless. He fell into a kind of doze or waking dream, in which the thought came to his mind th what he thought, but what he had been taught; they had quarrelled on this issue before, and Remigorius would say how Rodvard’s reasoning led straight as a line to the support of all the things that b conscience die; was it true? Rodvard thought of the high ideals of service with which he had joined the Sons of the New Day—was any purpose as good as another? Lalette; his mind shot off on a sudden t s found. Would be welcome to this abode, but too many come here for physic; the matter would be bruited about. Nor your place, neither, Rodvard. The Queen’s provosts will not be long in finding your c

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