Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. He was helpful, but gravely dubious. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat.
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