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"I'd imagine the memory is still distressing. She was apparently quite
close to death until very recently, then rallied suddenly and insisted on
accompanying her father on this mission. He's the one who told me about it."
"She seemed fine at dinner," I said lamely.
"Well, try to keep her that way. I want you to go to her immediately,
tell her what happened as diplomatically as possible, and try to get her to
cover for her sister while you search for her. There is, of course, the risk
that she will not believe you and that she will go directly to Orkuz.
Perhaps you might employ a spell to prevent this. But we have no other
choice that I can see. Tell me whether I'm wrong."
"You're not wrong," I said.
"Then I suggest you be about it . . . and report back to me immediately
if there are any problems, or any progress, no matter what the hour."
"I'm on my way," I said.
I departed the room in a hum but shortly came to a halt. It occurred to
me that while I knew the general area of the palace in which the Begman
party was quartered, I did not really know where Nayda's rooms were located.
I did not want to go back and ask Vialle because it would make me look
stupid for not having found out during dinner.
It took me the better part of ten minutes to turn up a member of the
palace staff able to give me directions - along with a smirk - and then to
follow them at a jog until I stood before Nayda's door
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