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"you would." but that was not what silvertongue had asked. in that alone was her answer: this friend might well do the bidding of his leader. "what were those words you said?" the fellahin chose to inquire next. "they were very beautiful. que hermosa," she proffered now, remembering what safiya had asked. something stirred within silvertongue, a vague and uncomfortable feeling of maternal instinct.