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PROLOGUE




тАЬDragons," said Mollander. He snatched a withered apple off the ground and

tossed it hand to hand. "Throw the apple," urged Alleras the Sphinx. lie slipped

an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to his bowstring.

"I should like to see a dragon." Roone was the youngest of them, a chunky boy

still two years shy of manhood. "1 should like that very much."

And I should like to sleep with Rose\''s arms around me, Pate thought. Me

shifted restlesslv on the bench. By the morrow the girl could well be his. /

will take her far from Oldtoum, across the narrow sea to one of the Free Cities.

There were no maesters there, no one to accuse him.

He could hear Emma's laughter coming through a shuttered window-overhead.

mingled with the deeper voice of the man she was entertaining. She was the

oldest of the serving wenches at the Quill and Tankard, forh' if she was a day.

but still pretty in a fleshy sort of way. Rosey was her daughter, fifteen and

freshly flowered. Emma had decreed that Roseys maidenhead would cost a golden

dragon. Pate had saved nine silver stags and a pot of copper stars and pennies,

for all the good that would do him. He would have stood a better chance of

hatching a real dragon than saving up enough coin to make a golden one.

"You were born too late for dragons, lad," Armen the Acolyte told Roone. Armen

wore a leather thong about his neck, strung with links of




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