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Toes ain’t alhat they appear to be Souilty could be settin the cord uy

Who’d set To? Who’d love to see e?

Be e need or stand aside

Creed is who An, after all, it was Creed I sent in search of Nero Creed who claih a few minutes later Emmi found him in the burrow Creed could of easily planned it an used Toave one Like he was holdin a knife to my throat

Who do I know least of everybody? Creed Who would I trust least? Creed Who does Nero go to least? Creed, Creed, Creed

My thoughts turn an twist I poke a bit of biscuitroot through the bars of the cage next to me The little wallafinch prisoner flits about, chirpin

If Peg’s birds feel dis jest the sa desire to set ’e would boot us from the Lanes an that ’ud be our sanctuary lost The finch don’t want the food I lift the latch an open the door One bird I’ll chance the flack

Off you go, I tell it She’ll never notice

It hops to the door, then away agin, then back Its head cocks this way an that Its bright black eyes consider the new possibility in front of it

Go on, I says I’m doin you a favour Do it Go

With a chirp it’s off on quicksilver wings To blaze out its fire of a life A bird knohat to do with freedoht Then I stand up an throw its th of all es I watch as it tumbles, end over end, to land se It ain’t nowhere near enough But it’s somethin It’s somethin

NIGHT FOUR

I SET EMMI TO WORK CLEANIN AN OILIN OUR WEAPONS IT ain’t necessary We keep our gear in good nick It’s jest what you do What everybody does, unless you got yer attic to let But, keepin in ood fer Em to feel useful somehow She sure cain’t be trusted with no more than this I tell her to count our stock, oil the shooters, try makin a fe arrows if need be I don’t intend us to hafta use none of it, but better to be ready than not