The first twinges of menstrual cramps had assertedthemselves. At bedtime she brought a folderof statistics to her night table and analysed the figures until hereyes began to close from exhaustion. Iris had wanted to open it and read it and then reseal it, Lauraremembered. But this was anotherlife, she told herself.
Servants took her guests away; Igraine, in her own chamber, laid Morgaine in her bed and fussed around her nervously, her mind full of what she had heard. the shadow of a great hawk, and she understood why the messenger-prophet of the Druids was called the Merlin. I'm sure Slocum's got a network of folks in the banks who keep himposted. But I'd beafraid to give her a surprise party.
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