Мор - ученик смерти
Thingscametoaheadatlunchtime.Shesweptintothegreathallandfoundnoplacehadbeensetinfrontoftheroyalchair.Byspeakingloudlyanddistinctlytothebutlershemanagedtogetthatrectified,thensawdishesbeingpassedinfrontofherbeforeshecouldgetaforkintothem.ShewatchedinsullendisbeliefasthewinewasbroughtinandpouredfirstfortheLordofthePrivyCloset.
Itwasanunregalthingtodo,butshestuckoutafootandtrippedthewinewaiter.Hestumbled,mutteredsomethingunderhisbreath,andstareddownattheflagstones.
SheleanedtheotherwayandshoutedintotheearoftheYeomanofthePantry:’Canyouseeme,man?Whyarewereducedtoeatingcoldporkandham?’
HeturnedasidefromhishushedconversationwiththeLadyoftheSmallHexagonalRoomintheNorthTurret,gaveheralonglookinwhichshockmadewayforasortofunfocusedpuzzlement,andsaid,’Why,yes...Ican...er....’
’YourRoyalHighness,’promptedKeli.
’But...yes...Highness,’hemuttered.Therewasaheavypause.
Then,asifswitchedbackon,heturnedhisbackonherandresumedhisconversation.
Kelisatforawhile,whitewithshockandanger,thenpushedthechairbackandstormedawaytoherchambers.Acoupleofservantssharingaquickrollupinthepassageoutsidewereknockedsidewaysbysomethingtheycouldn’tquitesee.
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