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Heather
Ravennar straightened, as though at some unspoken decision. At last, it seemed, he had come to what troubled him. “I have to leave at daybreak,” he said. “Yet I am in difficulty and this may turn ill, not only for me, but for others also. Could…could you not help me?”
“I—I do not think I could be of much help to you…” Heather murmured. She could hardly imagine that such a traveler would need her help. What might a Breelander do that he couldn’t? Her fingers touched the hard stone through the fabric of her skirt, and a thrill of excitement warmed her. She looked up and smiled. “Whatever aid I can give, it is yours. Please…tell me of your ‘difficulty’.”
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