Tristan had never seen its like. He held it before Lothar’s face. He wished them good luck and said it was too bad. The bowl was filled withwater and floating rose petals.
”Tristan frantically turned to look at the girl and her grandmother, then back at the miller. “Yes,” she answered softly. His face grim, Tristan had thanked them, thenordered that his group be taken to view the pass. “Bastard!” she breathed.
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