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tamar wiped almost angrily at her face.

the silent tears continued. "no, maxim has come. i spoke with reyson myself, just now. it is — his mind. he was in —"

but she could not explain without explaining. carefully she looked at meadow; she shut her eyes and took a breath. "i was a slave in akashingo."

there, all out, trembling words that threatened to dissolve again. she exhaled. "i think i am affected by hearing of the place in the way that he was to be there." was she clear? she did not know!