The prize the Conclave sought was no longer on the Citadel’s shores. “But don’t come crying to me if he remains aloof! Manywomen have tried to get truly close, but only Celeste succeeded. Lothar beckoned Mary across thethreshold and onto the mildewed landing. With a confused look on his face, the warrior offeredup his sword.
The latter was half pul ed and half clam-bered over the gunwale into the boat. “How dare you!” she shouted. Let them rest. No convoy this time.
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