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WITH HIS ARMS TIGHTLY WRAPPED AROUND THE WARRIOR’S stout neck, Wigg held on asOx launched from the balcony and took to the air. Two days had passed since Tristan had arrived in Tammerland, and he was glad to be home. Despite the lovely day, a sense of gloom seemed to dishearteneveryone, and the magnificent breakfast Shawna had brought remained largely untouched. The Heretics had perfectedthe nautilus index.

Then it was gone,leaving in its place nothing more than a gaping undersea cavern. Smoke rol ed white in front of the window shaking out of its folds trees and telegraph poles and little square It was just after dawn at the Citadel, and golden rays were starting to shine through thecrypt’s angled skylights. Withouthesitation Tristan swung his dreggan again, taking the highlander’s head off at the shoulders.