The school was quiet, the hour late. Reaching out, she grasped thegold medallion hanging around Tristan’s neck. At once an azure bolt flew from his scorched fingertips. “Since when do you care about pedigrees?” he shot back.
To the east, Charningham stretched out before them. “That is the first thing we teach here. The intruder was a Eutracian highlander. If it helped the Pon Q’tar find the precise memories they weresearching for, then the truth would come out, and they would realize that what had happened toTristan was not his fault.
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