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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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[sirbeaumains]

"--my lady Lynet?"

Gareth probably should have learned by now that standing and gaping just leaves him wide open for any number of insults, but-- well, if he ever learned, he wouldn't be Gareth, would he.

[damosel_linet]

She gives him a sharp look, "Well I'm not a ghost, sir. No need to look so."

[sirbeaumains]

He looks down, embarrassed. "I didn't expect to see you, my lady."

[damosel_linet]

"Nor I you," simply enough said, though not without a certain force. "What surprises this day brings. And least of all, a kitchen-knave."

[sirbeaumains]

"I'm not that any longer, if you please, my lady."

[damosel_linet]

She laughs, "Aye, well, I can concede you that much."

[sirbeaumains]

He smiles. "Thank you, my lady. My brother will be glad to see you've come."

[damosel_linet]

"Ha! Which one, dare I ask?"

[sirbeaumains]

"Well-- Gaheris, my lady."

[damosel_linet]

"Aye, and well he should," dryly, "And how fare you, Gareth?"