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She
slammed
the
door
.
The
palace
guards
stamped
their
feet
in
the
cold
and
tried
not
to
look
at
one
another
.
This
obviously
wasn
’
t
the
way
you
went
around
arresting
people
.
They
weren
’
t
allowed
to
keep
you
waiting
on
the
doorstep
,
this
wasn
’
t
the
way
the
world
was
supposed
to
work
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
only
alternative
was
to
go
in
there
and
drag
her
out
,
and
it
wasn
’
t
one
anyone
could
summon
any
enthusiasm
for
.
Besides
,
the
guard
captain
wasn
’
t
sure
he
had
enough
men
to
drag
Lady
Ramkin
anywhere
.
You
’
d
need
teams
of
thousands
,
with
log
rollers
.
The
door
creaked
open
again
,
revealing
only
the
musty
darkness
of
the
hall
within
.
"
Right
,
men
-
"
said
the
captain
,
uneasily
.
Lady
Ramkin
appeared
.
He
got
a
brief
,
blurred
vision
of
her
bounding
through
the
doorway
,
screaming
,
and
it
might
well
have
been
the
last
thing
he
remembered
if
a
guard
hadn
’
t
had
the
presence
of
mind
to
trip
her
up
as
she
hurtled
down
the
steps
.
She
plunged
forward
,
cursing
,
ploughed
into
the
overgrown
lawn
,
hit
her
head
on
a
crumbling
statue
of
an
antique
Ramkin
,
and
slid
to
a
halt
.
The
double
-
handed
broadsword
she
had
been
holding
landed
beside
her
,
bolt
upright
,
and
vibrated
to
a
standstill
.
After
a
while
one
of
the
guards
crept
forward
cautiously
and
tested
the
blade
with
his
finger
.
"
Bloody
hell
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
voice
of
mixed
horror
and
respect
.
"
And
the
dragon
wants
to
eat
her
?
"
"
Fits
the
bill
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
She
’
s
got
to
be
the
highest
-
born
lady
in
the
city
.
I
don
’
t
know
about
maiden
,
"
he
added
,
"
and
right
at
this
minute
I
’
m
not
going
to
speculate
.
Someone
go
and
fetch
a
cart
.
"
