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A long pause. Roland was about to turn to Alain when she said, "Rhea." Another pause. "She wanted to fiddle me up."

Roland turned to Susan. "After the first time we were together an-tet, you went to the stream in the grove."

"What did Rhea whisper in your ear?"

"Susan? It's Alain Johns. Do you know me?"

"Yes, but what happened later? What happened while you stood in the doorway?"

Roland turned to Susan. "After the first time we were together an-tet, you went to the stream in the grove."

"Cry your pardon," Roland said. An uneasy peace had descended between him and his father, and he would not rupture it. Still, he was wild to be off. Pusher jigged beneath him, as if seconding that.

Steven nodded. "Thankee-sai-I love you, too. My blessings, boys." He said this last in a loud voice, and the other two men-Robert Allgood and Christopher Johns, who had been known in the days of his savage youth as Burning Chris-added their own blessings.

"I fetched her wood," said she, and said no more.

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

"Long days and pleasant nights, sai," Alain said.

"I fetched her wood," said she, and said no more.

A long pause. Roland was about to turn to Alain when she said, "Rhea." Another pause. "She wanted to fiddle me up."

"Never mind the wood for now," he said, "or all that came before. We'll talk of that later, mayhap, but not just yet. What happened as you were leaving? What did she say to you about your hair?"

Here it was. He nodded to Alain. Alain bit his lip and stepped for-ward. He looked frightened, but as he took Susan's hands in his own and spoke to her, his voice was calm and soothing.

"Cry your pardon," Roland said. An uneasy peace had descended between him and his father, and he would not rupture it. Still, he was wild to be off. Pusher jigged beneath him, as if seconding that.

Here it was. He nodded to Alain. Alain bit his lip and stepped for-ward. He looked frightened, but as he took Susan's hands in his own and spoke to her, his voice was calm and soothing.

"Roland Get us out of this deadhouse before I shiver the skin right off my bones"

Roland looked at Cuthbert, who shrugged. Alain spread his hands. Roland thought of asking the latter boy to step forward, and judged it still wasn't quite time.

Roland looked at Cuthbert, who shrugged. Alain spread his hands. Roland thought of asking the latter boy to step forward, and judged it still wasn't quite time.

"Never mind the wood for now," he said, "or all that came before. We'll talk of that later, mayhap, but not just yet. What happened as you were leaving? What did she say to you about your hair?"

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

"Cry your pardon," Roland said. An uneasy peace had descended between him and his father, and he would not rupture it. Still, he was wild to be off. Pusher jigged beneath him, as if seconding that.

"I fetched her wood," said she, and said no more.

A long pause. Roland was about to turn to Alain when she said, "Rhea." Another pause. "She wanted to fiddle me up."

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