Alfred looked into the rider’s face. “As you already know, Tyranny’s crewmembers have returned to theircivilian lives. Even the saucy gulls had scattered, their keen senses telling them that something ominous wasbrewing. Without hesitation the rider raised one arm.
“You just said, ‘if and when you return from the other side,’” Tristan mused. “I give you the formula for converting lead into gold,” he said simply. He begged off for an hour to go home to see his folks. Seemingly oblivious to the invasion, she wasreciting some kind of incantation in Old Eutracian.
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