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The faithful Eagle, Hathui, carasp her hands "Sister Rosvita!" She eeping

Ai, God, she was so weary Too weary to think Too weary even to wonder or grieve It was as much as she could do to allow Hathui to lead her forward, in her authority as an honored cleric in the regnant’s schola, so that she could stand at the head of the litter as it was placed across three parallel benches

"He would want you," said Hathui in a choked voice, "to stand guard over his body now that his soul is fled"

"How can it be?" Rosvita asked her "I thought--we had all co would always protect hi away, she hid her face

Out of thea chair, which he set behind her "Sister Rosvita," he said, s at her "I pray you, you look tired Please sit"

She blinked It seemed apparitions would trouble her today, because this lad looked exactly like young Berthold Villa foolish for speaking to a ghost, although in general ghosts could not fetch chairs

"So I was, Sister, but I aain I pray you, Sister Sit I will tell you the tale later"

Berthold Villam!

This was a peculiar miracle, one impossible to believe, yet as he walked away to join a pair of young n and almost certainly a Quman--she saw that he walked like Berthold Villaood boy, with the charm of his famous father and the sweet vitality of youth The vision dizzied her Gratefully, she sank into the seat, although at this level, steadied by the support, she led corpse at close quarters

His face was undas were torn and twisted Without the soul ani him, he was no more than a collection of parts and pieces; the handsome man who charmed effortlessly and led his troops with deterlimpsed in this empty flesh

More, and reat princes were set to either side of the pallet on which he lay, and one by one they took their places: Princess Theophanu, Duchess Liutgard, Duke Conrad A murmur arose when the Eika commander sat in a chair beside the others, with two hu behind hi to whisper in his ear