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"I don"t understand," Lifa said. "You think Bera has been sneaking into Roarr"s house?" "I don"t know," I admitted. "All I do know is that Roarr never gave her any ring. They are not engaged. I"m sorry; I"m afraid this is all a shock to you." "That"s putting it mildly," Falr said. "She kept telling us he"d come to call next week, always next week." "We have to make her give that ring back," Lifa said. "We"ll sort everything out in time," I said. "But I have a few more questions that I have to ask you now." "Of course," Falr said. He reached a hand across the kitchen table to hold on to Lifa"s. "The night before last, Nefja died. Did you know about this?" I asked. They looked at each other but shook their heads. "I know it doesn"t seem like we"re very far from town, but we don"t hea