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iron device."
"Yes." The man took a deep breath-half-breath, half-gulp. "People say . . . the guards said . . . you have my father in prison and you might . . . I plead . . ."
Vorbis looked down at the man.
"But you fear," he said, "that I might have you thrown into the cells as well. You think I am that sort of person. You fear that I may think, this man has associated with heretics and blasphemers in familiar circumstances . . ."
The man continued to stare fixedly at the ground. Vorbis's fingers curled gently around his chin and raised his head until they were eye to eye.
"What you"Do we know where he lives?"
"Yes, lord."
"Good."
The inquisitor hesitated.
"And this . . . device, lord?" have done is a good thing," he said. He looked at one of the guards. "Is this man's father still alive?""Yes, lord.""Still capable of walking?"The inquisitor shrugged. "Ye-es, lord.""Then release him this instant, put him in the charge of his dutiful son here, and send them both back home."The armies of hope and fear fought in the informant's eyes."Thank you, lord," he said."Go in peace."Vorbis watched one of the guards escort the man from the garden. Then he waved a hand vaguely at one of the head inquisitors.