in an iron sluice gate. The Eurasian had passed it, but

Through my helf-sleep I heard a cock crowing down at Sirilund.

that perhaps you have not heard what I am going to tell

scorned her — after she had made a long speech of several

Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a

I forgot everything; a swirl of confusion overwhelmed me

“Glahn, I just wanted to tell you something . . . ”

called him Baron. He had been given a big room and another

his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,

it last evening; my father told me. When I got home all