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It was afternoon before Joan could trust herself sufficiently to go out again, and when she did she saw that she attracted very little attention from the bandits.
Kells had a springy step, a bright eye, a lifted head, and he seemed to be listening. Perhaps he was -- to the music of his sordid dreams. Joan watched him sometimes with wonder. Even a bandit -- plotting gold robberies, with violence and blood merely means to an end -- built castles in the air and lived with joy!