As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. He unlocked himself from her embrace. It was from Brendon.
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