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. Bring me thr-" He hesitated and looked into my eyes.
I smiled.
He extended his hand. I reached forward and took it. Suddenly, he was
there. He looked about, saw Vialle. Immediately, he unclasped his sword belt
and passed it to me. He approached her, dropped to his right knee, and
lowered his head.
"Your Majesty," he said. "I've come."
She reached forward and touched him.
"Raise your head," she said.
He did, and her sensitive fingers slid over the plane and arches of his
face.
"Strength," she said, "and sorrow. . . . So you're Rinaldo. You've
brought us some grief."
"It works both ways, Your Majesty."
"Yes, of course," she replied. "Wrongs done and wrongs avenged have a
way of spilling over on the innocent. How far will it go this time?"
"This thing with Dalt?" he asked.
"No. This thing with you."
"Oh," he said. "It's over. I've done with it. No more bombs or
ambushes. I've already told Merlin that."
"You've known him for several years?"
"Yes. "
"You've become friends?"
"He's one of the reasons I'm calling it off."
"You must trust him, to come here. I respect that," she said. "Take
this."
She removed a ring she wore upon her right forefinger. The band was of
gold, the stone a milky green; the prongs of its setting caught it in a
fashion to suggest some mantic spider guarding dreamland treasures against
the daybreak world
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