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ButshewasnotpreparedforsightslikeMoghedronthewinebutler,whomshehadhithertoseenonlyasastatelypresencemovinglikeagalleonunderfullsail,sittinginhispantrywithhisjacketundoneandsmokingapipe.
Acoupleofmaidsranpastherwithoutasecondglance,giggling.Shehurriedon,awarethatinsomestrangewayshewastrespassinginherowncastle.
Andthat,sherealised,wasbecauseitwasn’thercastleatall.Thenoisyworldaroundher,withitssteaminglaundriesandchillystillrooms,wasitsownworld.Shecouldn’townit.Possiblyitownedher.
Shetookachickenlegfromthetableinthebiggestkitchen,acavernlinedwithsomanypotsthatbythelightofitsfiresitlookedlikeanarmouryfortortoises,andfelttheunfamiliarthrilloftheft.Theft!Inherownkingdom!Andthecooklookedstraightthroughher,eyesasglazedasjuggedham.
Keliranacrossthestableyardsandoutofthebackgate,pastacoupleofsentrieswhosesterngazequitefailedtonoticeher.
Outinthestreetsitwasn’tsocreepy,butshestillfeltoddlynaked.Itwasunnerving,beingamongpeoplewhoweregoingabouttheirownaffairsandnotbotheringtolookatone,whenone’sentireexperienceoftheworldhithertowasthatitrevolvedaroundone.Pedestriansbumpedintooneandreboundedaway,wonderingbrieflywhatitwastheyhadhit,andoneseveraltimeshadtoscurryawayoutofthepathofwagons.
Thechickenleghadn’tgonefartofilltheholeleftbytheabsenceoflunch,andshefilchedacoupleofapplesfromastall,makingamentalnotetohavethechamberlainfindouthowmuchapplescostandsendsomemoneydowntothestallholder.
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