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Paedrin felt pain fro coony in his heart

"I will," Paedrin vowed

The wave of pain passed and Master Shivu let out a long, relieved sigh His expression softened His shoulders sunk It was only when he did not breathe in again that Paedrin realized he had died

"Master!" he said, choking, gripping the frail hand that was now slack

The body slu the bowl of bile Paedrin stared at hi the hand and trying to comprehend what had happened The Romani had destroyed the Bhikhu temple He did not know if Kiranrao had authorized it, but it did not ive theive

How could he do that? How could he absolve the all that he held dear? He wept bitterly, kneeling by Master Shivu’s bedside

A shudder came from the darkness of the corridor The sound of thick heavy boots and a long stride

"So his nose

Restore the Shatalin tee and a co He was free to fulfill Tyrus’s quest But he knew deep in his heart that he would never be free froe could not describe how he felt and hatred was too soft a word

"I brought this on us," Paedrin whispered darkly The other orphans who had been raised at the temple Dead, because of him Only four had survived and the Arch-Rike refused to lift a finger He turned his head, hearing the boot steps draw nearer

Sanchein turned and went into the hallway "What is your business here, Cruithne? Who let you in?"