Tamas would know what to do first and where to go.

Tamas came to the middle of the room and looked all around.

But by the time they get there, Tamas has already left.

He decided that, on the whole, Tamas would be all right.

If Tamas had gotten out in one piece, he would be doing that.

"The language has changed with the technology," Tamas pointed out.

Tamas was about 13 years old and from a poor gardener family.

Tamas offered the pearl to everyone who he thought might pay a good price, but met no success.

He did not think, somehow, that Tamas meant writing letters.

Tamas had given him his bow and he liked holding it now.

Hello, he would say, when they rode up on Tamas.

Tamas would be surprised, and angry, but over all glad to see him.

He felt better if he had something of Tamas with him tonight, so maybe anything would do.

Dammit, old man, could you find so much as where Tamas went?

Tamas said you were to mind me while he was gone, and you're not to follow him, you hear?

This would be the chrome on the settings of my Tamas.

Tamas went to watch the play and when one of the men departed, the others invited him to join their game.

The commotion caught Tamas up, making his heart beat faster.

That, if Tamas happened to be listening to him.

Stupid girl, he had said back to Tamas, being surly.

Tamas hesitated, since he knew little of dice or gaming.

Tamas had no intention of telling everything he knew.

Goblin hands snatched Tamas back, on his side, or he would have followed.

"Tamas isn't a boy to set in a hard situation," Nikolai protested.

"We understand that she has a part," answered Tamas.