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. "Is that you?"
But there was no response and the feeling began to fade. Finally, it
was gone.
"Are you all right?" Coral asked.
"Yeah, it's okay," I said. "I guess. Someone tried to reach me and then
decided otherwise."
"Reach? Oh, you mean those Trumps you use?"
"Yes."
"But you said `Luke' . ." she mused. "None of your family is named-''
"You might know him as Rinaldo, Prince of Kashfa," I said.
She chuckled.
"Rinny? Sure I know him. He didn't like us to call him Rinny, though. .
"
"You really do know him? Personally, I mean?"
"Yes," she replied, "though it's been a long time. Kashfa's pretty
close to Begma. Sometimes we were on good terms, sometimes not so good. You
know how it is. Politics. When I was little there were long spells when we
were pretty friendly. There were lots of state visits, both ways. We kids
would often get dumped together."
"What was he like in those days?"
"Oh, a big, gawky, red-haired boy. Liked to show off a lot-how strong
he was, how fast he was. I remember how mad he got at me once because I beat
him in a footrace."
"You beat Luke in a race?"
"Yes. I'm a very good runner."
"You must be."
"Anyway, he took Nayda and me sailing a few times, and on some long
hikes. Where is he now, anyway?" "Drinking with a Cheshire cat."
"What?, "It's a long story:"
"I'd like to hear it
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