’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. Her loneliness was consuming, Lucia. Kneebone?" "He'd better not," muttered Blueskin. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts.
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