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			Mellonin shook her head.  "Weary and tired, yes, and tormented by the dreams, but not sick like this.  I was sick, two weeks ago, but he was not."
 Ravion turned keen eyes on her.  "You were sick?  Not long ago?  Why did you not tell me this?"
 
 "Why would I tell you?  You did not ask.  I slept for three days.  I was too weak to stand."  Her eyes were like ice, her tone as cold, and her face became a stony mask.
 
 Aeron turned and looked at her, even as Gwyllion peered over Gond's back at her; but her jaw was clenched shut and she fixed her eyes on Raefindan.
 
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