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[sir_palomides]

There is an unconscious man on the floor, with what appears to be a canvas snake on his head

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[anna_morcades]

"Nowhere of interest," Morgause says, looking down at him coolly.

[sir_palomides]

His eyes light up; he scrambles to his feet and bows. The snake head falls down in front of his face. "Queen Morgause! Also not at home in Dunlothian?"

[anna_morcades]

The dark eyebrows arc gracefully. "Nay, thank God, nor like to be."

[sir_palomides]

"But this place must be safe enough, if you're here. Where has Sir Grummore gone?"

[anna_morcades]

Morgause merely smiles: you keep thinking that, Palomides. "That you would know better than I, sir."

[sir_palomides]

"He was just behind us--with Pellinore--"

[anna_morcades]

"Sir, I fear you mistake. We are not now in Britain, and time runs differently here."

[sir_palomides]

"Ah." He looks at her more closely; she looks just faintly older than when he met her, although we trust not enough to mar her good looks. "So it seems. Do you know where we are?"

[anna_morcades]

"It has no name, nor seems familiar to any who come here." She smooths her skirts, turning her hands palms upward: helpless.

[sir_palomides]

Well! A helpless queen of Lothian exists to be helped! Palomides makes a perfect bow. "Are you in need of anything, my lady?"

[anna_morcades]

A smile. "Only amusement."

[sir_palomides]

"How might yours truly amuse you? Another unicorn hunt?"