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I ran my hand through my hair, brushed off my trousers and jacket,
wiped my boots on the backs of my pants legs, took a deep breath, smiled,
exhaled, and knocked.
The door opened a few moments later. It was Nayda. She returned my
smile and stepped aside.
"Come in " she said.
"I was expecting the maid," I told her as I entered. "You surprised
me."
"Since I was expecting you, I sent her off to bed early," she replied.
She had changed into an outfit that looked like a gray sweat suit with
a black sash. She also had on a pair of black slipper, and she had removed
most of her makeup. Her hair was now drawn back severely and tied with a
black ribbon. She gestured toward a couch, but I did not move to seat
myself.
I clasped her shoulder lightly and stared into her eyes. She moved
nearer.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Find out," she said softly.
I could not even permit myself a sigh. Duty called. I slipped my arms
around her, drew her to me, and kissed her. I held the pose for several
seconds, then drew away, smiled again, and said, "You feel fine to me.
Listen, there are some things I did not tell you-"
"Shall we sit down?" she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the
couch.
Vialle had told me to be diplomatic, so I followed her.
Immediately, she continued our embrace and began to add refinements
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