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"tambourine. are you a man of music then?" armand asked softly. as to the rest of the boy's words, he gave a gentle smile. "the long sleep, it is said. is that not better than -- oh, never mind," armand murmured softly. why should he pour his bitterness into the upturned cup of innocence before him? that was a monstrous action upon his part -- he, destroyed, should not in turn destroy another.
"can you tell me where it is i am?" armand asked instead, lifting his eyes from the boy's own to glance around himself. he was too weak yet to rise, and saw no reason to do so, not with only an unthreatening child for company. "and where it is you come from?" the boy added.[/tr][/td][/table]