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Princess
Keli
awoke
.
There
had
been
a
sound
like
someone
making
no
noise
at
all
.
Forget
peas
and
mattresses
–
sheer
natural
selection
had
established
over
the
years
that
the
royal
families
that
survived
longest
were
those
whose
members
could
distinguish
an
assassin
in
the
dark
by
the
noise
he
was
clever
enough
not
to
make
,
because
,
in
court
circles
,
there
was
always
someone
ready
to
cut
the
heir
with
a
knife
.
She
lay
in
bed
,
wondering
what
to
do
next
.
There
was
a
dagger
under
her
pillow
.
She
started
to
slide
one
hand
up
the
sheets
,
while
peering
around
the
room
with
half
-
closed
eyes
in
search
of
unfamiliar
shadows
.
She
was
well
aware
that
if
she
indicated
in
any
way
that
she
was
not
asleep
she
would
never
wake
up
again
.
Some
light
came
into
the
room
from
the
big
window
at
the
far
end
,
but
the
suits
of
armour
,
tapestries
and
assorted
paraphernalia
that
littered
the
room
could
have
provided
cover
for
an
army
.
The
knife
had
dropped
down
behind
the
bedhead
.
She
probably
wouldn
’
t
have
used
it
properly
anyway
.
Screaming
for
the
guards
,
she
decided
,
was
not
a
good
idea
.
If
there
was
anyone
in
the
room
then
the
guards
must
have
been
overpowered
,
or
at
least
stunned
by
a
large
sum
of
money
.
There
was
a
warming
pan
on
the
flagstones
by
the
fire
.
Would
it
make
a
weapon
?
There
was
a
faint
metallic
sound
.
Perhaps
screaming
wouldn
’
t
be
such
a
bad
idea
after
all
.
.
.
.
