The stricken man opened his eyes, his lips moved, and he groaned, Constantine! You, Constantine! The old woman's eyes met mine for a moment and fell to the ground again
Why, why, Constantine? moaned the wounded man. I had yielded, I had yielded, Constantine. I would have sent them -- His words ceased, his eyes closed, his lips met again, but met only to part. A moment later his jaw dropped. The old lord of Neopalia was dead.
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