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She places her small hands under her chins and together we sit, looking at the mess in the corner behind the table. She shakes her head sadly. She is perhaps the only female here that I know of, apart from Vanora, who doesn't seem particularly intimidated by Tristrans presence.

"He will kill us if we let him sit there in public until tomorrow, you know." She laughs, a soft laugh. Considering that he chose his usual corner of the place, and furthermore that it is the darkest corner, and that he has not made any spectacle of himself, except in the eyes of those who know him, we have hardly been noticed. Still, she reaches out and pokes at him.

His eyes snap open immediately. He hasn't been sleeping after all. I would like to say that i am surprised, but I am not. He looks at both of us, and for a moment I see something there, something deep and raw. But his face is adamant, inscrutable as always. He looks from one to the other. Then he unfolds himself and rises, slowly but surprisingly steadily, from his place. He looks down at us and glances at his knife, which I am still holding in my hand. Then he walks past us and leaves the tavern, going whereever it is that he goes when he does like that. He leaves the knife.

When we come out, he is gone.

"Tintagel," I say to her.

She nods in response. "I know."


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