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The guard heard the queen shuffling from her bed, rising so that she might step into her own wakefulness and away from the dream that had filled her mind. Arsenio continued to hum softly, quietly so that she would not hear unless she turned her ears to listen. He thought of the maidservant Tamar for only a moment, wondering what it was that the fiery autumn maid dreamed of in her most peaceful slumbers.

When the queen did not make as much noise, Arsenio turned his head slightly so that he could peer inside with one cold eye.

The Greek man smiled, toothy and easygoing.

All is well, vasílissa Sátsou, Arsenio assured her, the voice of a ruffian sounding throughout the chamber around him. Love is in the air. The misthofóros smiled knowingly but did not press the matter further. The striking auburn wolf waited to see if the queen would speak.