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"This scroll and package arrived in Halcyon for you.
They were delivered to your assistant before he succumbed
to the fever. Erasmoth directed me to save them for you."
Kassandry's voice brought me out of my meditation.
She smiled, which was quite charming, and handed me a
glass globe and a small scroll.
"Thank you," I said, surprised.
(Of course, Your Excellency is familiar with the
package - the Jar of Sending, with which I shortly will try to
convey this missive. At the time I did not know what it was,
but I have since read your enclosed instructions.)
"We are pleased that you have come," said Kassandry,
her tone surprisingly gentle. She no longer seemed the
commanding high priestess. Instead, she was like any young
maiden, eager to make her honored guest feel welcome, and
fearful that he will not find matters to his liking.
"I'm grateful for the invitation and the hospitality."
She shook her head, as if I had missed the point. "No!
The story must be told. The world must learn of our
discoveries."
"It could be very important," I agreed, taken aback by
her passion.
"Everything will have meaning then. If only you can
convince the historian that the gods have not abandoned
us!"
To my surprise, then, she leaned toward me, took my
gray head in her hands, and kissed me full upon the lips!
I must admit, Your Grace, that it has been many years
since I have received the attentions of a young woman - not
to mention one of such stunning beauty.
"Er
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