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. Not to
monopolize things, though, I asked her about herself.
She began telling me of a girlhood spent in and around Begma, of her
fondness for the outdoors-of horses and of boating on the many lakes and
rivers in that region -of books she had read, and of relatively innocent
dabblings in magic. A member of the household staff came in just as she was
getting around to a description of some interesting rites performed by
members of the local farming community to insure the fertility of the crops,
and she approached Vialle and told her something. Several more staff members
were in view outside the doorway. Vialle then said something to Orkuz and
Nayda,Ї who nodded and moved toward the entrance. Llewella departed the
group and.came our way.
"Coral," she said, "your suite is ready. One of the staff wilt show you
where it is. Perhaps you'd like to freshen up or rest after your journey."
We got to our feet.
"I'm not really tired," Coral said, looking at me rather than Llewella,
a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
What the hell. I suddenly realized I had been enjoying
her company, so, "If you'd care to change into something simpler," I
said, "I'll be glad to show you a bit of the town. Or the palace."
It became a full smile worth seeing.
"I'd much rather do that," she said.
"Then I'll meet you back here in about half an hour," I told her
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