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The courtyard was getting crowded and chaotic, but Lin barely noticed in her frustration with Degas. How did I sleep? Surely he can guess...
"My lord," she said demurely, though her hands, tightly clasped before her, betrayed her impatience and emotion. "I fear my sleep was haunted by a question. I do not think I shall rest easily until I know the answer, and I have not long to learn it."
And she didn't. Farahil had finished with the packs, and had disappeared into the stables, presumably to get the horses. And there were doubtless many who would wish to bid her farewell today. She looked up into his eyes, mind and soul hanging on the answer to her question of the night before.
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