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It sounded similar to the preparation of a meal - what a ghastly comparison! She could not help the thought; her belly felt as if it bubbled in protest and she hoped it was soundless.

He mentioned other names and the girl nodded, understanding, and feigning sorrow as that was expected when the deceased queen was brought up.

Yes, I have heard of Maggie. She was a fellahin and she was hurt, um, she was... she died. It was before her time. The queen though, everyone knew of that loss, as the funeral had been the most recent.

He was watching her, still. The girl shifted her weight and her eyes and then, when he did not stop, boldly met his gaze. Is there something wrong? It was a wonder that her gray fur didn't alight like filaments to her embarrassment.