To Tristan’s surprise, Rafe drew his curved dagger and cut the prince’sbonds. As he took his hand away he felt the con-tour of her breast. He was a cheerful old man with a face so grimed with dirt it looked like a brown leather mask. The acolytes were able to use the craft and rid the room of smoke.
The people of Eutracia again appreciated magic for the good things that it could do, rather thanfearing it for the evil. Hoping that he had just beensaved, he let go a deep breath. “As expected, my blood carries no Forestallments,” he whispered. In-side the cage there was a funny, sour smel .
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