Arrow Lake velut

well enough to set these things aside with the somber man.

the boy on the borders with me, emmerich, is like a brother. he kept his eyes upon the bird, plucked a few more feathers free so that he might work even more of the meat away from the bird.

mahler is much like a father.

he removed a leg from the bird.

i think i'll be a trader in the spring. his voice was soft, nearly distant. as if it was another boy who sat here among the imperator.

does mereo need anything?

he had never given them anything when he had been there.