”“But how am I to do this?” Tristan asked. As she did, the old wizard turnedto look at the Tammerland’s ravaged stern. “Then so be it!” he said angrily. “It would be a blessing!” Again losingconsciousness, he slumped forward in the chair.
One of the girls fol owed him out jabbering about the broken vase, but he pushed her in the face and went out into the quiet street. Sighing, Wigg sat back in his chair. Soon he opened his eyes. ”“I understand all too well,” Tristan answered.
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