C.S. Pacat Quotes & Sayings

It was like watching a man smile as he surrendered himself to drown in deep water. — C.S. Pacat

Laurent said, 'What do you think of Jord?'
'I like him,' said Damen. 'You should be pleased with him. He was the right choice for Captain.'
There was an unhurried pause. Aside from the sounds Damen made when he picked up a vambrace, the tent was quiet.
'No,' said Laurent. 'You were. — C.S. Pacat

Damen's grip tightened in helpless reflex, his forehead bent to Laurent's neck as the heat of that admission pulsed through him. He wanted Laurent fully against him. He wanted to feel every cooperative muscle, every encouraging movement, so that every time he looked at Laurent he would remember that he had been like this. His arm slid around Laurent's chest, thigh fit against thigh. Damen's grip, still oiled, was wrapped around the hottest, most honest part of Laurent. Laurent's body responded, moving, finding its own pleasure. They were moving together. It — C.S. Pacat

It's me,' said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.' 'Damianos.' He — C.S. Pacat

To take off the collar required a blacksmith. He — C.S. Pacat

It was so close to his own thoughts - that everything he knew was gone, but that this was here, in its place, this one bright thing. — C.S. Pacat

[After the Captain of the guards went into the wagon, where Laurent dressed as Jokaste was wearing a short blue dress]
'The stories of Lady Jokaste's beauty are not exaggerated,' said the Captain, man-to-man, as they wound their way across the countryside. — C.S. Pacat

You put Govart,' said Damen, 'in a cell with Laurent?' 'Yes.' Guion spread his hands. — C.S. Pacat

It was like being pleased by a thorn blush, feeling fond of every prickle. — C.S. Pacat

If he was aware of anything beyond the fight, it was of an absence, a lack that persisted. The flashes of brilliance, the insouciant sword work, the bright presence at his side was instead a gap, half filled by Nikandros's steadier, more practical style. — C.S. Pacat

Say it,' said Damen. 'I yield.' It was gritted out. Laurent's head turned away to one side. 'I want you to know,' he said, the words thick and heavy as they pushed out of him, 'that I could have done this any time when I was a slave. — C.S. Pacat

Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them. But — C.S. Pacat

Damen watched as alone, unattended, Laurent had left his own banquet to find him, to follow him here, up the worn steps out onto the battlements. Laurent fitted himself next to him, a comfortable, unobtrusive presence that took up room in Damen's chest. They stood on the edge of the fort they had won together. — C.S. Pacat

Enguerran looked up at Damen. The last
time they had faced one another,
Enguerran had been trying to
bar Damen from Touars's hall. An
Akielon has no place in the company of
men. — C.S. Pacat

The kiss happened because they couldn't help it, and it was so sweet and so right that Damen felt a kind of ache. He pulled back. The realities of the outside world seemed to press at him. "I"-he couldn't say it.
"No. Listen to me." He felt Laurent's hand firm on the back of his neck. "I'm not going to let my uncle hurt you." Laurent's blue gaze was calm and steady, as if he had mad a decision and wanted Damen to know it. "It's what I came here last night to say. I'm going to take care of it."
"Promise me," Damen heard himself say. "Promise me we won't let him-"
"I promise. — C.S. Pacat

Damen said, "If you tell him, I can't
serve him."
"Tell him?" said Jord. "Tell him the man
he trusts has lied, and lied again, has
deceived him into the worst
humiliation?"
"I wouldn't hurt him," said Damen, and
heard the words drop like lead.
"You killed his brother, then got him
under you in bed. — C.S. Pacat

So he's tame,' said Estienne, and reached out tentatively, as though to pat a wild animal.
It was a question of which part of the animal he was patting. Damen cknocked his hand away. Estienne gave a yelp and snatched his hand back, nursing it against his chest.
'No that tame,' said Laurent. — C.S. Pacat

Here in Aegina, they say Damianos takes the Prince every night, but that it's not seemly for a king to renounce his slaves and limit his appetites, denying himself all but one person.' 'I think it's romantic,' said Guilliame. 'Oh?' said Alexon. 'I heard Damianos disguised himself as a slave to uncover the secret of his brother's treachery, and the Prince of Vere fell in love with him not knowing who he was.' 'I heard that they allied themselves in secret months before,' said Alexon. 'And that the Prince hid Damianos from Kastor, pretending he was a slave, while they courted privately.' 'What do you think, Charls?' said Guilliame to the Prince. 'I think they had help,' said the Prince, 'along the way, from those who were loyal.' Charls — C.S. Pacat

The Crown Prince was camped at Nesson this very minute, on his way to the border to stand up to Akielos. He was a young man serious about his responsibilities, Charls said. Damen had to make an effort not to look over at Laurent, gambling, when he said it. — C.S. Pacat

Guilliame. 'No, I was born in the capital.' He said no more than that. Charls supposed that he and Guilliame were two of the few who knew the truth of Lamen's origins - that under that long Veretian sleeve there was a golden cuff, and that Lamen had once been a palace slave. He did not know how Lamen had come by his freedom, though he could see how Lamen had caught the Prince's eye. Lamen was a young man in peak physical condition, good natured and loyal. Any unmarried nobleman would notice him. 'And how is it you now fight for Veretians?' said Alexon. Charls found himself curious to hear his answer, but Lamen said only, 'I came to know one of them.' The — C.S. Pacat

Let me tell you what is going to happen. You are going to be executed. You are going to be executed whatever you say or do. But I will spare your women, if they agree to answer my questions.' Silence. — C.S. Pacat

Damen said, 'I made him a promise.'
'And when he learns who you are?' said Jord. 'When he learns that he is facing Damianos on the field?'
'Then he and I meet each other for the first time,' said Damen. 'That was also a promise. — C.S. Pacat

You see a panther opening its jaws, you don't get your dick out. — C.S. Pacat

A Veretian who treats honourably with an Akielon will be gutted with his own sword. It's your countryman who taught me that. You can thank him for the lesson." "Thank who?" Damen pushed the words out, somehow, past the pain, but he knew. He knew. "Damianos, the dead Prince of Akielos," said Laurent. "The man who killed my brother. — C.S. Pacat

If you bind your men to you with deception, how can you ever trust them? You have qualities they will come to admire. Why not let them grow to trust you naturally, and in that way
'
'There isn't time,' said Laurent.
The words pushed themselves with sheer force out of whatever wordless state Laurent had been shocked into.
'There isn't time,' Laurent said again. 'I have two weeks until we reach the border. Don't pretend that I can woo these men with hard work and a winning smile in that time. I am not the green colt my uncle pretends. I fought at Marlas and I fought at Sanpelier. I am not here for niceties. I don't intend to see the men I lead cut down because they will not obey orders, or because they cannot hold a line. I intend to survive, I intend to beat my uncle, and I will fight with every weapon that I have. — C.S. Pacat

By that time, Damen had received the tally of the dead: twelve hundred of us, six and a half thousand of them. He — C.S. Pacat

(Dorothy) Dunnett is the master of the invisible, particularly in her later books. Where is this tension coming from? Why is this scene so agonizing? Why is this scene so emotional? Tension and emotion pervade the books, sometimes almost unbearably, yet when you look at the writing, at the actual words, there's nothing to show that the scene is emotional at all. I think it is because Dunnett layers her novels, meaning that each event is informed by what has come before (and what came before that, and what came before that) but Dunnett doesn't signpost in the text that this is happening, leaving it to the reader to bring the relevant information to the table — C.S. Pacat

A kingdom, or this — C.S. Pacat

Slave, said the resistance in Makedon's eyes. Makedon certainly had slaves in his own household, and made use of them. What he imagined between Prince and slave stripped it of all the subtleties of surrender. Having been done to his King, it had in some sense been done to him, and his pride revolted at it. — C.S. Pacat

Damen looked around himself at the gathered men. He looked first to the Prince's men, instinctively expecting to see his own reaction to the fight mirrored on their faces, but instead they showed gratification coupled with a total lack of surprise. None of them had been concerned that Laurent might lose, he realised. The — C.S. Pacat

He was under no illusion that he was going to be taken to the campfire to roll around with Laurent. If anything, he was going to be taken to the campfire to watch Laurent do some inventive sidestepping. — C.S. Pacat

The physician said, 'I was told you would be difficult. Very well. The better it heals, the less your back will trouble you with stiffness, both now and later in life, so that you will be better able to swing a sword around, killing a great many people. I was told you would be responsive to that argument. — C.S. Pacat

Like a lie, cracking and dropping from him. He looked at the gleam of the gold where Guerin placed it, halved, on the workbench. Veretian shackles. In the curve of its metal was every humiliation of his time in this country, every frustration at Veretian confinement, every indignity of an Akielon serving a Veretian master. Except that it was Kastor who had put the collar on him, and Laurent who was freeing him. It — C.S. Pacat

The Akielon march into the fort was the flow of a single red stream, except that whereas water swirled and swelled, it was straight and unyielding.
Their arms and legs were crudely bare, as if war was an act of flesh impacting on flesh. Their weapons were unadorned, as if they had brought only the essentials required for killing. Rows and rows of them, laid out with mathematical precision. The discipline of feet marching in unison was a display of power, and violence, and strength. — C.S. Pacat

Order me to stay, he wanted to say, and couldn't. — C.S. Pacat

The dogsman said, 'Tread lightly. Your master's in a vicious mood.' Well, that was order restored. — C.S. Pacat

He'll be here, Damen had said, and he believed that, even as the first wave hit and the men around him began to die.
There was a dark logic to it. Have your slave convince the Akielons to fight. Let your enemies do your fighting for you, the casualties taken by the people you despise, the Regent defeated or weakened, and the armies of Nikandros wiped out.
It wasn't until the second wave hit them from the north-west that he realised they were totally alone. — C.S. Pacat

To the alliance,' agreed Alexon, the words echoing back from those seated around the fire. To the alliance. Charls saw Lamen lift his cup and incline it towards the Prince, who echoed his gesture, the two of them smiling a little. Lamen, — C.S. Pacat

This," said Laurent, "is a little more - "
It was a word of sharp points: " - intimate," he said, "than ice."
"Too intimate?" Damen said. Slowly, he was kneading Laurent's shoulders.
He did not usually think of himself as someone with suicidal impulses. — C.S. Pacat

Makedon was explaining the virtues of iron tea to Laurent, and when Laurent massaged his own temple with finely bred fingers, Makedon remarked, rising, 'You should have your slave fetch you some.'

'Fetch me some,' Laurent said.
Damen rose. And stopped.

Laurent had gone very still. Damen stood there, awkwardly. He could think of no other reason why he had stood up.

He looked up and his eyes met those of Nikandros, who was staring at him. Nikandros was with a small group to one side of the table, the last of the men in the hall. He was the only one to have seen and heard. Damen just stood there.

'This meeting is over,' Nikandros announced to the men around him, too loudly. 'The King is ready to ride. — C.S. Pacat

Your inclination appears to be much as
it was last night."
Damen found himself saying, "You talk
the same in bed," and the words came
out sounding like he felt: helplessly
charmed. — C.S. Pacat

Laurent wasn't loved. Laurent wasn't liked. Even among his own men, who would follow him off a cliff, there was the unequivocal consensus that Laurent was, as Orlant had once described him, a cast iron bitch, that it was a very bad idea to get on his bad side, and that as for his good side, he didn't have one. — C.S. Pacat

Men find themselves in the places they put themselves — C.S. Pacat

It was an impressive fight.'
'Yes, I know,' said Laurent.
He didn't smile when he said things like that. — C.S. Pacat

Damen had
found his gaze drawn to the easy
arrangement of Laurent's limbs, the
balance of wrist on knee, the long, finely
articulated bones. He had been aware of
a diffuse but growing tension, a
sensation almost like he was waiting ...
waiting for something, unsure what it
was. It was like being alone in a pit with
a snake: the snake could relax, you could
not. — C.S. Pacat

He wasn't sure how it would be, but
when Laurent saw who was beside him,
he smiled, the expression a
little shy but completely genuine.
Damen, who hadn't been expecting it,
felt the single painful beat of his heart.
He'd never thought Laurent could look
like that at anyone. — C.S. Pacat

You have to admire it,' said Laurent, in a detached voice. 'It's the perfect time to attack Akielos. Kastor is dealing with factional problems from the kyroi. Damianos, who turned the tide at Marlas, is dead. And the whole of Vere would rise up against a bastard, especially one who had cut down a Veretian prince. If only my murder weren't the catalyst, it's a scheme I would wholeheartedly support. — C.S. Pacat

He knew that he was vulnerable to her in this state, that her expertise, like Laurent's, was in finding weakness and pressing down. He looked over at Laurent and said, flatly, 'Deal with it.' Laurent — C.S. Pacat

Auguste preferred women. He told me I would grow into it. I told him that he could get heirs and I would read books. I was ... nine? Ten? I thought I was already grown up. The hazards of overconfidence. — C.S. Pacat

He didn't care who Laurent took to bed. He — C.S. Pacat

There was a warmth in his chest whenever he looked at Laurent. He didn't look often for that reason. — C.S. Pacat

He was content to wait, his bare limbs on the sheets heavy, the gold slave cuffs and collar his only adornments. He felt the warm, wonderful, impossible fact of his situation. Bed slave. — C.S. Pacat

Father, I can beat him, he'd said, and
he'd ridden out and returned to a hero's
welcome, to have his armour stripped by
servants, to have his father greet him
with pride. He remembered that night,
all those nights, the galvanising power of
his father's expansionist victories, the
approbation, as success flowed from
success. He had not thought about the
way it had played out on the other side
of the field. When this game began, I
was younger. — C.S. Pacat

What makes you think Kastor is the weaker man? you don't know him.' 'But I'm coming to know you,' said Laurent. — C.S. Pacat

Damen's understanding of Laurent rearranged itself, in order that he might despise him more accurately. — C.S. Pacat

The Regency,' said Laurent, addressing the troop, 'thought to take us outnumbered. It expected us to roll over without a fight.'
Damen said: 'We will not let them cow us, subdue us or force us down. Ride hard. Don't stop to fight the front line. We are going to smash them open. We are here to fight for our Prince!'
The cry rang out, For the Prince! The men gripped their swords, slammed their visors down, and the sound they made was a roar. — C.S. Pacat

The constructed arrogance of the display was intentional. It said, exquisitely: Did you exert yourself at Charcy? I have been here examining my nails. Nikandros — C.S. Pacat

Rumours of Damen's enslavement in Vere had spread like fire through the camp. To see the Veretian Prince wear the gold cuff of a palace bed slave in turn was shocking, intimate, a symbol of Damen's ownership. Damen — C.S. Pacat

I like writing that is restrained and invisible. I don't mean that I like things to be simple and easy to decode, the opposite. I like writers who deal with ambiguities, biased viewpoint and subjective truth; I like the writing to be clean but everything behind the writing to be complex. I like to feel that there are things going on in the spaces and behind the lines. — C.S. Pacat

Auguste had fought with honour. He had
been the one honourable man on a
treacherous field. — C.S. Pacat

I don't know how this interrogation found its way into my bed. May I ask where I can expect it to travel next? — C.S. Pacat

You mean Heiron,' said Lamen. 'Yes, that's right,' said Charls. 'I can't meet Heiron,' said Lamen. 'It's understandable to be nervous around great men like the Kyros, Lamen. But the Prince wouldn't have you as an assistant if he didn't believe in your abilities.' Lamen passed his hand over his face and had a look of distraught amusement. 'Charls - ' 'Don't worry, Lamen. Here it is not as it is with smaller houses. The Kyros is a great but remote figure. Most likely our dealings will be with the Keeper.' Lamen — C.S. Pacat

Stay back, old man. It isn't your business. This is the Prince of Vere.'
'But
I only paid three coppers for him,' said Volo, sounding confused. — C.S. Pacat

Laurent had stopped dead the moment he had seen Damen, his face turning white as though in reaction to a slap, or an insult. — C.S. Pacat

Damen tore off a piece of the bread, and then he looked at the men by the fire, and then he looked at Damen, a long, cool look that would have been difficult to hold if Damen had not had, by now, a great deal of practice.
And then he said, 'All right. — C.S. Pacat

A ludicrous boyish hope flared that someone would come to help him, and, carefully, he extinguished it. — C.S. Pacat

You're still wearing it."
He couldn't help but say it. Laurent's wrist was heavy with gold, like the colour of his hair in the firelight.
"So are you."
"Tell me why."
"You know why," said Laurent. — C.S. Pacat

Not everyone could have the blissful equanimity of Lamen, who seemed to pay the Prince no deference of rank, a piece of very good acting. Charls — C.S. Pacat

I'll stay,' said Damen. 'You know I'll stay for as long as you - ' 'Don't,' said Laurent. 'Don't lie to me. Not you.' 'I'll stay,' said Damen. 'Three days. After that, I ride south.' Laurent — C.S. Pacat

You really do have ice in your veins,
don't you, said Damen. — C.S. Pacat

Laurent's fair skin and blue eyes were a combination that was rare in Patras, rarer in Akielos, and a particular weakness of Damen's. — C.S. Pacat

Laurent said, 'I have recently learned that sometimes it is better to simply smash a hold in the wall. — C.S. Pacat

Friends,' said Laurent, 'Is that what we are?'
[ ... ]
Damen said, with helpless honesty, 'Laurent, I am your slave. — C.S. Pacat

We should - ' 'And we will.' Laurent turned to him, sliding fingers into his hair. 'But first, we have the morning.' * — C.S. Pacat

They are surely gods who speak to him
With steady voices
A glance from him drives men to their
knees
His sigh brings cities to ruin
I wonder if he dreams of surrender
On a bed of white flowers
Or is that the mistaken hope
Of every would-be conqueror?
The world was not made for beauty like
his. — C.S. Pacat

To keep. I wouldn't wear it.' said Laurent, 'though I don't believe your imagination is having any difficulty with the idea. — C.S. Pacat

They agreed on a rendezvous, and Laurent took off with the restrained urgency of a man who has to find some way to hide sixteen hands of bay gelding behind a shrub. — C.S. Pacat

It was with a shock that he felt the touch of Laurent's fingers against the back of his wrist. [ ... ] Laurent was shifting the fabric of his sleeve, sliding it back slightly to reveal the gold underneath, until the wrist cuff he had asked the blacksmith to leave on was exposed between them.
'Sentiment?' said Laurent.
'Something like that.'
Their eyes met and he could feel each beat of his heart. A few seconds of silence, a space that lengthened, until Laurent spoke.
'You should give me the other. — C.S. Pacat

He's private about it. You saw his
personal training ring, inside the palace.
He'll go a few rounds with some of the
guard occasionally, with Rochert, with
me
laid me out a few times. He's not as
good as his brother was, but you only
have to be half as good as Auguste to be
ten times better than everyone else. — C.S. Pacat

We could try some other arrangement."
"You're right: it should be me in front
and you carrying the horse. — C.S. Pacat

My honourable barbarian. I wouldn't have picked that as your type.' 'Type?' 'A pretty face, a devious mind and a ruthless nature.' 'No. That isn't - I didn't know she was . . . I didn't know what she was.' 'Didn't you?' said Laurent. 'Perhaps I . . . I knew she was ruled by her mind, not her heart. — C.S. Pacat

Torveld favoured Laurent with another of those long, admiring looks that were starting to come with grating frequency. Damen frowned. Laurent was a nest of scorpions in the body of one person. Torveld looked at him and saw a buttercup. — C.S. Pacat

If you were a pet, I would have gifted you enough by now to buy out your contract, many times over."
"I'd still be here," said Damen, "with you. — C.S. Pacat

A hiss of a rock, thrown. Nikandros came up off his knees, drawing his sword. Damen flung out a hand in a motion for halt, stopping Nikandros instantly, his sword showing a half-foot of Akielon steel. He could see the confusion on Nikandros's face, as the courtyard around them began to disintegrate. 'Damianos?' 'Order your men to hold,' said Damen, even as the sharp sound of steel closer by had him turning fast. A — C.S. Pacat

Laurent asked, 'Is it different than with a man?' 'Yes,' said Damen. It was different with everyone. He didn't say this aloud; — C.S. Pacat

It's not a trick,' said Laurent. 'You'd let me go,' said Damen. This time it was Laurent who was silent, gazing back at him. Damen said, 'And - until then?' 'Until then, you are my slave, and I am your Prince, and that is how it is between us. — C.S. Pacat

You fight them, his father had said.
You don't trust them. His father had been right. And his father had been ready. Rabatians were cowards and deceivers, they should have scattered when their duplicitous attack met the full force of the Akielon army. But for some reason they hadn't fallen at the first sign of a real fight, they had stood firm, and shown metal, and, for hour upon hour, they had fought, until the Akielon lines had begun to slip and falter.
And their general wasn't the king, it was the twenty-five year old prince, holding the field.
Father, I can take him, he'd said.
Then go, his father had said, and bring
us back victory. — C.S. Pacat

If we just knew which end to start with,' Lamen said. It was suddenly obvious that Lamen had no idea what to do. With a clear moment of insight, Charls saw that Lamen was not a cloth merchant's assistant. He was the prince's private companion, and had no real skills whatsoever. 'Guilliame, — C.S. Pacat

He found himself looking down at Laurent, his eyes passing slowly over the delicate skin, the lamp-darkened blue eyes, the elegant curve of cheekbone, interrupted by a stray strand of blond hair. — C.S. Pacat

She was intelligent, accomplished, beautiful. She was everything I could have asked for in a woman. But she was a king maker. She wanted power. She must have thought her only path to the throne was through Kastor.'
'My honourable barbarian. I wouldn't have picked that as your type.'
'Type?'
'A pretty face, a devious mind and a ruthless nature. — C.S. Pacat

The Veretian palace, afroth with ornament, paid only lip service to defence. The parapets were purposeless curving decorative spires. The slippery domes that he skirted would be a nightmare in an attack, hiding one part of the roof from the other. — C.S. Pacat

No. Wait. I ... wait.
Damen stopped, and turned. Laurent's
gaze was edged with indecipherable
emotion, and his jaw was set
at a new angle. The silence stretched out
for such a long time that the words, when
they came, were a shock. — C.S. Pacat

He fought, until he was only his body, the burn of flesh, the pounding of blood, the hot slick of sweat, until everything concentrated into one simple focus, the power of heavy steel, that could bring death. In the moment when he paused - stopped - there was only silence and the sound of his own breath. He turned. Laurent was standing in the doorway, watching him. He — C.S. Pacat

The guard said, 'Our orders are no one in or out.'
'You can tell the Prince that,' said Damen, 'after you tell him you let through the Regent's pet.'
That got a flicker of reaction. Invoking Laurent's bad mood was like a magical key, unlocking the most forbidding doors. — C.S. Pacat

Damen was panting. He was aware of his own insistent weight, and Laurent beneath him, pushed forward onto his elbows. Damen dropped his forehead to Laurent's neck and just felt it. He was inside Laurent. It felt raw and unprotected. He had never felt more like himself: Laurent had let him inside, knowing who he was. His body was already moving. Laurent made a helpless sound into the bedding that was the Veretian word, 'Yes.' Damen's — C.S. Pacat

It was a kind of fire dance in which the stick was thrown and caught, and the flame, tossed and twirled, created sinuous shapes, circles and ever-moving patterns. Ancel's red hair created a pleasing aesthetic alongside the red and orange fire. And even without the hypnotic movement of the flame, the dance was beguiling, its difficulties made to look effortless, its physicality subtly erotic. Damen looked at Ancel with new respect. This performance required training, discipline and athleticism, which Damen admired. It was the first time that Damen had seen Veretian pets display skill in anything other than wearing clothes or climbing on top of one another. — C.S. Pacat

When laced into his clothing, Laurent's dangerous grace lent him an almost androgynous quality. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was rare to associate Laurent with a physical body at all: you were always dealing with a mind. — C.S. Pacat

Laurent fought like he talked. The danger
lay in the way he used his mind: there
was not one thing he did that was not
planned in advance. Yet he was not
predictable, because in this as with
everything he did there were layers of
intent, moments when expected patterns
would suddenly dissolve into something
else. — C.S. Pacat

If you are concerned that my memory for wrongs against me is longer than ten months,' said Laurent, 'there's no need for anxiety. I am sure you can persuade me you were genuinely mistaken. — C.S. Pacat

Damen bridged the nine chilly inches at the first opportunity. 'What are you doing? You were the one who warned me about Nicaise.' He spoke in a low voice.
Laurent went very still; then he deliberately shifted in his seat and leaned in, bringing his lips right to Damen's ear. 'I think I'm out of stabbing range, he's got short arms. Or perhaps he'll try to throw a sugar plum? That is difficult. If I duck he'll hit Torveld.'
Damen gritted his teeth. 'You know what I meant. He heard you. He's going to act. Can't you do something about it?'
'I'm occupied.'
'Then let me do something.'
'Bleed on him?' said Laurent. — C.S. Pacat