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Then
,
as
if
switched
back
on
,
he
turned
his
back
on
her
and
resumed
his
conversation
.
Keli
sat
for
a
while
,
white
with
shock
and
anger
,
then
pushed
the
chair
back
and
stormed
away
to
her
chambers
.
A
couple
of
servants
sharing
a
quick
rollup
in
the
passage
outside
were
knocked
sideways
by
something
they
couldn
’
t
quite
see
.
Keli
ran
into
her
room
and
hauled
on
the
rope
that
should
have
sent
the
duty
maid
running
in
from
the
sitting
room
at
the
end
of
the
corridor
.
Nothing
happened
for
some
time
,
and
then
the
door
was
pushed
open
slowly
and
a
face
peered
in
at
her
.
She
recognised
the
look
this
time
,
and
was
ready
for
it
.
She
grabbed
the
maid
by
the
shoulders
and
hauled
her
bodily
into
the
room
,
slamming
the
door
shut
behind
her
.
As
the
frightened
woman
stared
everywhere
but
at
Keli
she
hauled
off
and
fetched
her
a
stinging
slap
across
the
cheek
.
’
Did
you
feel
that
?
Did
you
feel
it
?
’
she
shrieked
.
’
But
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
’
the
maid
whimpered
,
staggering
backwards
until
she
hit
the
bed
and
sitting
down
heavily
on
it
.
’
Look
at
me
!
Look
at
me
when
I
talk
to
you
!
’
yelled
Keli
,
advancing
on
her
.
’
You
can
see
me
,
can
’
t
you
?
Tell
me
you
can
see
me
or
I
’
ll
have
you
executed
!
’
The
maid
stared
into
her
terrified
eyes
.
’
I
can
see
you
,
’
she
said
,
’
but
.
.
.
.
’
’
But
what
?
But
what
?
’
