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It was clear as soon as Simon stepped out of the tent that he had managed to ignore more than a few dim noises. Siorl must have called him more than once, but the master-at-arms made no comment on his lord's most unusual inattention. Siorl had been at Dinas Emrys when Rhiannon sang with the winds, and Simon's flushed face and suffused eyes were excuse enough. Siorl was only glad the witch had let him go in time. |
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Quite unaware of his man's conclusions, Simon gave his complete attention to his duty and was relieved to see that his desire for Rhiannon had not caused a disaster. In case Simon decided to stay, Siorl had taken the preliminary steps for fighting or running without disrupting the overall appearance of the camp. |
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Final orders were given now and fires were killed with earth, the readied pack animals were loaded, and the tent was rolled up around Rhiannon as she finished strapping the baskets. Then the men came in |
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