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Show -75- brown hair under her scarf. "Is Lamm home?" "Yes, I'm here, Svasar. May I help you?" The old man beckoned her in. "Oh, Lamm, my baby is sick. She has a high fever and has not slept all night. Would you please look after her today while I go to the farm? Daemon sent orders last night that we must not be allowed to stay home for any reason, and he has doubled our work load." Lamm looked at her gravely. "Why has he done this?" he asked. "The rumor is that he has our long - lost Verus in his possession." Lamm glanced at Sandy. "She will not bow to him and refuses to let him use her powers. He is doing this in revenge I" "Go in peace, Svasar. I will take care of your baby for you. Be brave - we will find a way to overcome Daemon." "Oh, I hope so!" cried Svasar. "He has also cut our food rationing in half!" She went to the door. "Thank you, Lamm. I will be late - I hope you don't mind?" Lamm patted the anxious woman on her shoulder. "That's fine, Svasar. Please don't worry." The woman drew her shabby shawl around her and walked away. "Will you help me tend her baby?" Lamm asked Sandy. Sandy nodded. They walked over to a small grey house and went in the door. In one corner a tiny baby lay in a wooden cradle. An immaculately |