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The
sight
of
the
rubber
boots
had
him
confused
,
though
.
Legends
about
harpies
were
short
on
references
to
rubber
boots
.
"
Out
with
it
,
fellow
,
"
Lady
Ramkin
boomed
,
hitching
up
her
nightie
to
a
more
respectable
neckline
.
"
Don
’
t
just
stand
there
opening
and
shutting
your
mouth
.
What
d
’
you
want
?
"
"
Lady
Sybil
Ramkin
?
"
said
the
guard
,
not
in
the
polite
way
of
someone
seeking
mere
confirmation
but
in
the
incredulous
tones
of
someone
who
found
it
very
hard
to
believe
the
answer
could
be
’
yes
’
.
"
Use
your
eyes
,
young
man
.
Who
d
’
you
think
I
am
?
"
The
guard
pulled
himself
together
.
"
Only
I
’
ve
got
a
summons
for
Lady
Sybil
Ramkin
,
"
he
said
uncertainly
.
Her
voice
was
withering
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
a
summons
?
"
"
To
attend
upon
the
palace
,
you
see
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
imagine
why
that
is
necessary
at
this
time
in
the
morning
,
"
she
said
,
and
made
to
slam
the
door
.
It
wouldn
’
t
shut
,
though
,
because
of
the
sword
point
jammed
into
it
at
the
last
moment
.
