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“Ravennar,” Heather murmured to herself so she wouldn’t forget. It was an odd name, but she liked how it rolled off her tongue.
Ravennar smiled a little wider and seemed to forget his preoccupation. “Indeed, it is a fair night. Fairer than many I have seen. The stars are bright and the air is cool and wholesome. What could one want more?”
“A clean bed and a cleaner conscience--or so my Da would say.” Heather smiled, but a little corner of doubt tugged at her mind. Why had her father let her go now, of all times? Why so abruptly? Was it to clear his own conscience?
Heather thrust such puzzling questions aside and looked up at Ravennar. “You journeyed all the way from Dale?" She could hardly imagine such a distance. "You must have had some wonderful adventures.”
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