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We separated. I twined arms with a succession of momentary partners -- dukes,
earls, knights, squires -- and back to Char. A final whirl, and the dance ended.
"I love a gavotte," I said, touching to make sure my mask was still properly in
place. "The rush, the sweep, the whoosh!" What nonsense was I talking?
"It's the same with stair rails, the same feeling," he said. "Do you like to slide?"
His voice was eager.
Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. "No, Majesty. I'm terrified of
heights."
"Oh." His polite tone had returned.
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Like to slide down stair rails?"
"Oh, yes. I used to."
"I wish I could enjoy it. This fear of heights is an affliction."
He nodded, a show of sympathy but not much interest. I was losing him.
"Especially," I added, "as I've grown taller."

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