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folded tunic.

Tavo sat up, ignoring the flash of pain from his side,

and looked around him. тАЬClanDaughter Irea?тАЭ

No one answered. He was alone.

As he rose he pulled on the tunic, which was old but

clean and neatly mended. His footgear, he saw, she had

placed at the base of the platform, along with his pack.

He could still smell her on his skin тАУ her scent was like

new lтАЩseevala blossoms тАУ but there was no other sign that

she had even been in the room.
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Why did she leave me?

Tavo walked out into the barn, where several young

calves eyed him as he passed their pens, and out into the

stockyards, but saw no one. It was barely dawn. He turned

until he saw the Irea pavilion, and headed in that

direction.

Had she recognized him? Had she gone to inform the

other Giran of his presence? He increased his pace and

crossed the distance with long strides. Was she angry with

him? He did not care for the fact that she had left him.

She should have remained, she should have woken him. There

will be much to explain.

Qedalea and some of the other Giran were walking out

of the grand front entrance of the pavilion as Tavo