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She blinked and rushed to the bars separating them, her heart surging with fire to see him again. Once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to be a writer it was me the end poster Glancing over his shoulder, she saw Dieyre, hand on his hilt. He had a smirk on his face that was infuriating. Colvin clasped his hands around the bars. “Why did you tell them?” he said sharply, his face flushed with emotions. “Why?” “Because she is a fool,” Dieyre answered, pacing the room languidly. “We already knew it was her at Winterrowd. The cloak and hood were a disguise, but the hair is remarkable. Many saw it. Old villagers saw her roaming the battlefield afterwards. Even some children. It was a girl they had seen.”
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I cannot tell you why, she answered with her eyes. She longed to stroke his hair and whisper that it would be all right. To trust her. She was following the Medium’s will. She knew her path had destined her to the serpent Leering. Her voice was firm and purposeful. Once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to be a writer it was me the end poster “You cannot stay,” she said. “The Blight is coming by Twelfth Night. You must go from here. You must all leave Dochte Abbey before Twelfth Night.” Colvin raised his head. “I cannot leave you here,” he said in a strangled voice. “Do not ask that of me.” Something was pressed into her hand just an instant before Colvin shoved away from the bars and whirled to face Dieyre. Lia nearly dropped it, but she saw the glint of metal and snatched it before Dieyre could see.
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“If you utter another word,” Colvin said with raw fury, “You will regret it. Do you understand me, Dieyre? By the Medium’s power, say nothing more or you will be cursed.” Colvin’s hand lifted to the maston sign. “Another word while in this cell, and you will never speak again. Do you doubt the Medium’s power? Then test it. Utter a word and you will see that you cannot.” There was a blinding intensity that seemed to shake Dieyre to the core of his soul. He stared at Colvin sharply, his eyes mocking. Once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to be a writer it was me the end poster But would he speak? Would he test Colvin’s power? The two men stared at each other balefully. Colvin waited for the other to speak, to challenge his claim. But Dieyre said nothing. He looked at Colvin and then at Lia. A little curl came to his lip, part sneer, part snarl.
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Colvin turned around then came back to Lia’s cell door. He gripped her hands through the bars. “I will hold vigil for you tonight.” His hands were trembling. “I will hold vigil and I will be there when the ordeal is over. I will not leave while you are down there. You can do it, Lia. I know you can.” Once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to be a writer it was me the end poster He reached through the bars and cupped the side of her face, his fingers meeting strands of her hair. His face blanched. “You smell of cider,” he whispered, his eyes widening in alarm. He seemed to notice the splotches on her skin, the stiffness in her hair as the cider dried. His expression turned to horror.
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