“Thank you,” he said. If they turned around now, with any luck they would make itback to the fleet. The old man sat with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. Square and spacious, it was carved from the surrounding rock.
Xanthus, Tristan thought. “What are your orders?” Tyranny asked urgently. In their place we will provide him with an entirely new host of memories—thosethat support our subterfuge. Lothar started sobbing.
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