Chapter 109 A Reason, Not a Treaty

Corwin had come home seven days early, and he refused to say why until the door was locked.

"Sit," said Varyn. "Drink something. You look like a man who's slept in a ditch."

"Two ditches." Corwin dropped into the chair by the fire and took the cup with both hands. His grey livery was crusted to th...

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