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humored. So the White SistersтАЩ help was required, and Sister Gertrude was the most junior Sister in
attendance at Court. Tonight Mother Celandine would supervise and instruct. Thereafter Trudy would
have the night honors all to herself.

It was only a formality.
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Two lights came into view and soon resolved themselves into torches set in sconces on either side of an
imposing doorway, the entrance to Quamast House. The Grand Duke had been lodged a long way from
the main palace, and Sir Bernard had assured Trudy that this was the BladesтАЩ doing. Most visitors were
bunked in the West Wing, but the Blades never took chances with unidentified spirituality.

Under each sconce stood a pike man in shiny breastplate and conical steel hat. The one on the right
stamped his boots, advanced one of them a pace, lowered his halberd, and pro-claimed, тАЬWho goes
there?тАЭ


3Impossible Odds

That was a very stupid question when he knew the answer already. The Royal Guard scorned such
folderol as pass-words, Bernard had told her, because they all knew one an-other and because they tried
to do nothing the Yeomen did, or at least never in the way the Yeomen did it.

тАЬThe nightingale sings a sad song!тАЭ Sergeant Bates pro-claimed at TrudyтАЩs back. That was not true,
because nightin-gales had finished singing back in Fifthmoon, and he said it loud enough for any skulking
trespasser to overhear.

The man-at-arms resumed his former position, slamming the butt of his halberd on the stone. тАЬPass,
friend.тАЭ

One of the footmen opened the right-hand flap of the dou-ble door. As Trudy followed Mother
Celandine through it, she caught a startling whiff of... of she was not sure what. She did not stop to
investigate.

She found herself in a pillared hall that must take up most of the ground floor of the building. A very
inadequate light was shed by a pair of enormous bronze candelabra standing at the foot of a showy
marble staircase set in the center of the hall, which seemed an inefficient use of space. Much vague
sculpture loitered in the shadows along the walls. The marble floor supported some random rugs and a
few ugly sofas and chairs, poorly arranged.

A voice at her elbow said, тАЬGood chance, Trudy.тАЭ

She jumped and turned to meet his grin. тАЬBernard!тАЭ He had not told her he would be here!

He smirked. тАЬA last-minute roster change.тАЭ

Obviously he had arranged this so he could surprise herтАФ and embarrass her! Mother Celandine was