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"Not pleasure," I answered as I took her elbow for a moment and steered
her toward the way I had chosen. When we reached civilized precincts, we
followed the Main Concourse for a time. I pointed out a few landmarks and
notable residences, including the Begman Embassy. She showed no inclination
to visit the latter, though, saying she'd have to see her countrymen
officially before she left, anyway. She did stop in a shop we found later,
however, to buy a couple of blouses, having the bill sent to the embassy and
the garments to the palace.
"My father promised me some shopping," she explained. "And I know he'll
forget. When he hears about this, he'll know that I didn't."
We explored the streets of the various trades and stopped for a drink
at a sidewalk cafe, watching pedestrians and horsemen pass. I had just
turned toward her to relate an anecdote concerning one of the riders when I
felt the beginning of a Trump contact.Ii waited for several seconds as the
feeling grew stronger, but no identity took shape beyond the reaching. I
felt Coral's hand upon my arm.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I reached out with my mind, attempting to assist in the contact, but
the other seemed to retreat as I did so. It was not the same as that lurking
scrutiny when Mask had regarded me at Flora's place in San Francisco,
though. Could it just be someone I knew trying to reach me and having
trouble focusing? Injured, perhaps? Or-
"Luke?" I said
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