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"I s," he pronounced "If all continues this way, I shall rean’s heart through a conical tube apparatus, the wide end placed on her chest, his ear listening at the narrow end Like a san decided The an’s diet After a favorable response, he asked, "No ill humors, fever, or the like?"

"None that I’ve detected," Mirriaet into mischief But beyond that, only the illness of her lowered

"You say she will take no ht here and able to answer for an said "I will take notone, "you’ve nothing to prove Theyour pain"

And ave her a testy frown as though he preferred his patients drowsy andit up with your uncle Most young ladies would desire relief"

Karigan held her tongue, but it was not easy

"Her mental frailties," the mender told Mirriam, "do not make her fit to speak for herself"

The housekeeper escorted hione What was in that look? Approval? Disapproval? Soan could not tell

"I just want to go hoain alone in her rooe people and their ways She profoundly missed her Condor, her fellow Riders, and the way the world worked in her own ti up beside her on her pillow and purring her to sleep

She would find a way home; she would learn how Mornhavon had defeated Sacoridia, and she would take that inforured out these matters, she must remain patient and accept the professor’s protection so she could rebuild her strength

If she couldn’t get past Mirriah bed sheets to tie togetherKarigan considered plans and counter plans until the an steeled herself for more boiled dinner, when Lorine lifted the lid off the an did not think her sigh of relief went unnoticed

She thought to question Lorine about Mirriam’s habits and schedule but dismissed the idea as too obvious She’d have to observe on her own The htfully spoon soup--carefully blowing on it first--into her mouth Perhaps if she h in the night to co It was ridiculous, really, that she, a Green Rider, was cooped up like this She--

Karigan paused with a spoon of steaaze on her Had her ghost returned, here in the brightness of day? Slowly she turned her head, seeking any sign of that filaze fell across the , and she discovered a pair of golden eyes staring unblinkingly in at her, she screamed, and barley soup cascaded across the roo on the floor

Mirriam burst in alrave! What on Earth? How dare you fling the professor’s porcelain!"