His hands were tied behindhim. “Are you sure?” she demanded. Still amazed by his sister’s gift, Tristan smiled. Her mind often drifted back to her early captivity in this remote place—days that later led to herenlightened worship of the Vagaries.
Tristan shook his head. The weaponsgleamed beautifully in the firelight. Stil it was only four o'clock, she must be at her work. “I sense that you have your doubts about my clan’s arrangement with your prince,” he added.
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