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. The winds grew more blustery
here and something cold touched my cheek. Then again. . . .
"Snow!" Coral announced, just as I realized that a few middle-sized
flakes were drifting past us, vanishing immediately when they hit the
ground.
"If your party had arrived at the proper time," I observed, "you might
not have had your walk."
"Sometimes I'm lucky," she said.
It was snowing fairly hard by the time we reached the palace grounds.
We used the postern gate again, pausing on the walkway to gaze back down
over the light-dotted town, half screened by falling flakes. I knew she kept
looking longer than I did, because I turned to gaze at her. She
appeared-happy, I guess-as if she were pasting the scene in a mental
scrapbook. So I leaned over and kissed her cheek, because it seemed like a
good idea.
"Oh," she said, fuming to face me. "You surprised me."
"Good,"I told her. "I hate to telegraph these things. Let's get the
troops in out of the cold."
She smiled and took my arm.
Inside, the guard told me, "Llewella wants to know whether you two will
be joining them all for dinner."
"When is dinner?" I asked him.
"In about an hour and a half, I believe."
I glanced at Coral, who shrugged.
"I guess so," I said.
"Front dining room, upstairs," he told me. "Shall I pass the word to my
sergeant-he's due by soon-and have him deliver it? Or do you want to-"
"Yes," I said
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