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[damosel_linet]

It was dead strange.  It seemed that one moment, Lynet was in her bed - sick beyond help, and lonely - feeling that all the good had gone out of the world.  And now, but a moment later, she is standing in the foyer of some grand, strange house, not a thing like her cottage, or any castle she's known, and she feels ... quite well, actually.

It's

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[floweredknight]

"Aunt!" Florence, coming in through the kitchen, spots her and breaks into a smile. "Good day--"

[damosel_linet]

"Ah, Florence," it's said with a half-sigh, relieved. She rises, and actually smiles, for all she still looks annoyed.

[floweredknight]

He gives her a little bow, and comes to her, offering his hands. "How do you, my lady?"

[damosel_linet]

"Not well," in a tone that suggests it ought to be obvious, "But I guess I have my health, for what that's worth."

[floweredknight]

"Aye, that's well." Florence is unflappable!

[damosel_linet]

She drops his hands, gestures at the room, "What's all this, then?"

[floweredknight]

"The great house, the Mansion? Where all the folk live, besides us--"

[damosel_linet]

"Besides you?"