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whatever she has come here to find. I wish to be whatever she has most need of. Tell her so. Will you tell her so?"
Even as he spoke, a soundless step sounded in his eyes, and the sigh of a satin gown troubled his face. The Lady Amalthea stood in the doorway.
A season in King Haggard's chill domain had not dimmed or darkened her. Rather, the winter had sharpened her beauty until it invaded the beholder like a barbed arrow that could not be withdrawn. Her white hair was caught up with a blue ribbon, and her gown was lilac. It did not fit her well. Molly Grue was an indifferent seamstress, and satin made her nervous. But the Lady Amalthea seemed more lovely for the poor work, for the cold stones and the smell of turnips. There was rain in her hah".
Prince Lir bowed to her; a quick, crooked bow, as though someone had hit him in the stomach. "My lady," he mumbled.
"You really should cover your head when you go out, this weather."
The Lady Amalthea sat down at the table, and the little autumn-colored cat immediately