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. I labored steadily as the day progressed, until everything
was in place and I was satisfied with my work. I was also famished.
I moved Jasra off into a corner, pulled on my boots, departed my
quarters, and headed for the stair. In that it seemed about lunchtime I
checked out the several dining rooms in which the family generally ate. But
all of them were deserted and none of them were set up for a meal yet to
come. Nor did any of them show signs of a meal having recently been
dispatched.
I suppose it was possible my time sense was , still skewed and I was
much too late or too early; but it did seem that it had been daylight long
enough to bring me into the vicinity of the proper hour. Nobody, however,
seemed to be eating, so something had to be wrong with this assumption. . .
.
Then I heard it-the faint click of cutlery upon plate. I headed in the
apparent direction of the sound. Obviously, the meal was taking place in a
less frequented setting than usual. I turned right, then left. Yes, they had
decided to set up in a drawing room. No matter.
I entered the room, whew Llewella was seated with Random's wife,
Vialle, on the red divan, dinner laid on a low table before them. Michael,
who worked in the kitchen, stood nearby behind a cart loaded with dishes. I
cleared my throat.
"Merlin, "Vialle announced with a sensitivity that always gives me a
small chill-she being completely blind
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