It was Blueskin. He suspected a trap. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. That was the only sound he heard. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. " "Let me have them.
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