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she too glanced at his leg, but grief had made the prince resolute. he would leave. he would find germanicus. belen would not see him again. "tavina sleeps at the third hour of the morning," she told him, assuming that crowfeather would know how to read the time by the moon. her blueglass eyes searched his tearstained features. "you should rest until then." belen swallowed hard, searching for even the faintest veneer of control. "i will say nothing." not a word. not a sound. the servant girl planned to be very drunk by the time that the prince crept from his room.