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"We sought shelter fro in front of Colvin "The orb led us here"

"Of course it did!" he belloaggling the crutch at her "Because it can hear the blood still screa As I can hear it Shaolic"

A shiver went down Lia’s back at the word

"Who are you?" Colvin asked warily

"I am Maderos I do not want your names, so do not tell me They would be filthy to me, since you are not of my country Filthy to speak Bah! I do not like the names from this country And I do not want your blood also on these stones Besides, I already knohy you are here"

"How do you know that?" Lia asked

Maderos gave her a crooked smile "Because you came with a maston, little sister They always bury their own"

Lia sed "There is another maston here?"

"Only a part of hi weeps again It weeps with his blood"

Colvin slid the sword back into its scabbard Anger stormed across his face "Where? Where is the body?"

"You stand on it, pethet I hid it in the here they would not find it again to carve it like butchers He did not name you, for he did not know your name That saved you, I think But he did na or for you But he found one who cannot be trusted Who betrayed him to the sheriff’s men He was a pethet too Deh He knew the na’s ar there will spill their blood in the fields If you were a faithful maston, like the Aldermaston of Muirwood, you could stop thehter "You could lift up the Tor! Then drop it down on theh "But you are not a faithful maston yet You are a pethet"

All the while the crazy n He was not froe written on the orb Perhaps he was the one who could read it Not only did the orb bring theht them to someone who could help them

"You can read?" Lia asked hi offended "I read rave them I visit many lands and write their stories"

Lia and Colvin looked at each other She could see it in his eyes – they were both thinking the sa Maderos was the one who had lived in the caves where the old ce the record and recording the history in the to on the orb?" Lia asked hi it up in her hand