DA fic: Death and Duty 3
I finally have chapter 3 out! Go team me!
Full story can be found on ff.net here.
Note: ahead thar be smut.
Elissa's arm in mine was like silk-clad crystal - cool, hard, beautiful, and as apt to shatter at the wrong word or movement.
I snuck a look at her face: it was closed, impassive. Her features were locked, white and strained. Her eyes stared blindly ahead and she moved without her usual grace. When she almost stumbled over the edge of a carpet I realised she wasn't with me - her body was walking by my side, but she'd locked herself away. I'd never seen her like this before.
I steered her through the corridors of the castle, waving away courtiers and servants alike, and prayed we wouldn't run into anyone whom protocol demanded we had to stop and speak to. All the while I kept holding her arm, patting her, saying nonsense words. Hoping she'd come out of it and respond.
But she didn't.
When I saw the heavy wooden doors leading to our suite I breathed a sigh of relief. I bundled her inside, shutting the doors behind us. Lynde was there, pottering away in Elissa's things. She jumped up as we entered, took one look at Elissa, and rushed to her side. Together we got her to sit in the armchair in front of the fire. Lynde loosened her stays and unbuttoned her high collar while I built up the fire. Elissa still hadn't said a word.
Lynde looked at me and I shrugged and gestured to the door. She left, casting anxious looks back, and the doors closed with a heavy note. I moved to the table, poured a goblet of wine and took a mouthful - it was rich and red and tingled on my tongue. The alcohol burnt pleasantly as I swallowed and the worry in my stomach started to settle.
I walked over to Elissa and offered her the cup. "Here love, have some wine. You need it." I may as well have been talking to a statue. She just kept looking at the fire. Her impassiveness was making the thready edges of panic creep their way up my spine.
I frowned and gulped down the rest of the wine, replacing the goblet on the table.
I knelt in front of Elissa and took her hand, looking up into her face.
"Elissa, come on. Come back to me." I patted her hand, rubbing it, trying to warm the crystalline chill that permeated it, but she didn't react.
"Elissa, please. Don't withdraw like this. Talk to me."
Still nothing. I bit my lip. I could feel tears starting to form.
"Please, love," I whispered. "I need you."
She blinked and her eyes slowly focused on me. "Need me?" Her voice was hoarse and tight. "How can you need me? I failed you."
I brought her hand up and kissed its back. "You haven't failed me."
"I have. I've failed you, failed Ferelden."
"No love. No you haven't."
She closed her eyes and turned her head away, walling herself off from me again. "I have. I've failed my first duty. To give you an heir. And I've just announced it to the Council who will go out and tell the whole of Denerim, who will go out and tell all of Ferelden. That your queen is barren. A failure."
I sighed. "Elissa, you're not a failure. Look at me. Please."
She opened her eyes but kept her face averted. "I am. I know I am. The Bannorn know I am. Even the lowest farmer's wife knows I am."
She took a deep breath and looked at me fully, eyes wide and shimmering. "It was my duty as a queen and as a woman to give you an heir. And I failed."
I took her face in my hands, holding her still and looking into her eyes. "Elissa. I'm only going to say this one more time. You have not failed me." She opened her mouth but I placed my fingers across her lips. "No, listen to me. You are the Queen. You are the Hero of Ferelden. You are the Warden-Commander. You are a Cousland. You are my wife. You have not once, once, failed in all these things." Her eyes flickered strangely but before she could say anything I pressed on. "You are strong, capable, brave, and smart. You inspire loyalty. You are a leader and a warrior." I moved in closer and my voice grew husky. "You are beautiful and charming. You are my lover and my friend. You are my wife. You do not need the issue of your womb to prove that you can do any of these things."
"But what about Eamon and…"
Silently I cursed the late lamented Arl of Redcliffe and his damnable insistence on tradition. "To the Black City with Eamon," I snarled. "If Eamon was so insistent on my having an heir then he should've had another one for himself to show the way."
She recoiled slightly at my vehemence, and then shook her head. "No, he was right. So was mother. It was my duty…"
I shook her slightly, her head lolling weakly on her neck as her teeth snapped together, cutting off her words. "Maker's breath! Listen to me! You are Elissa Cousland! You do amazing things every day that do not require a womb! Stop thinking that that is what defines you!"
The shimmering in her eyes spilled over and splashed onto my fingers as she looked up at me. "But… the Bannorn…"
I ground my teeth in frustration. "By Andraste's everloving arse, Elissa, I don't care what the Bannorn thinks! May I remind you that I'm half responsible for not having an heir? I don't see you calling me a failure!"
She looked at me in shock, eyes wide and framed by lashes decorated with crystal droplets, and then her lips quirked slightly. "Well, not to your face anyway."
"What, you mean you call me a failure behind my back? Oh, now I'm hurt. You've wounded me." I pouted, for good measure, smirking up at her from my spot on the ground. She giggled faintly. I felt my spirits ease and smiled up at her. Even in tears she was breathtaking.
Softly I wiped her cheeks dry. My thumbs followed their path down her face and brushed over her lips. I felt her warm breath on them and looked back up. Elissa's eyes were wide, waiting, limpid pools. Still holding her face I ever so slowly moved in until our lips were just brushing. "Don't ever… ever… say anything like that again, do you hear me?" She nodded, shakily and opened her lips to speak. I shook my head, my mouth brushing across hers as soft as gossamer, and she paused, lips parted slightly.
"Just don't scare me like that again," I murmured, and kissed her.
Her mouth tasted of tears - bitter and regretful. She was warm but hesitant, so I threaded my fingers through her hair and held her tight against me as I tasted her mouth. She made a muffled noise and then her arms were around me and she was kissing me back.
After a while I realised that she had her legs wrapped around me as well, her skirts hiked up to reveal impossibly white thighs. I tightened abruptly in approval, so I freed her face and slid my hands down to caress her. She shivered slightly as my hand brushed her smooth skin, and I could feel the muscles underneath playing as she flexed. My fingers skimmed lightly, teasingly up under her skirts, tracing swirls and curlicues across her skin, and she tensed. She broke off the kiss.
"Alistair," she whispered.
I took the opportunity to kiss down her neck, nibbling and sucking ever so slightly. She sighed and tilted her head back, and I flicked my tongue over the hollows of her neck and down to the unbuttoned neckline of her gown. I could smell the sweet, musky perfume she'd put on that morning drifting up from her décolletage. It made my mouth water.
I nudged her gown off first one shoulder and then the other with my nose, while my tongue trailed across her skin and my hands smoothed and teased under her skirts. With every sweep of my fingers I was brushing higher and higher. I could feel the warmth of her core just beyond my fingertips but I was in no hurry to reach it, yet.
Elissa was shifting restlessly underneath me and her chest was rising with every panting breath she took. I pulled my hands up and she murmured a protest, which quickly silenced when she realised I was unbuttoning the bodice of her gown all the way, parting the fabric and sliding it down her arms, displaying her breasts before me.
I traced one finger from her neck down to the swell of her breast, feather light and delicate, and she shuddered. Her nipples puckered and hardened in the cool air. I ducked my head down and kissed one, softly, swirled my tongue around it and drew it into my mouth. She breathed a quiet "oh" and her back arched.
Suckling, I wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight, while my other resumed its exploration of her thighs. Elissa threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling gently as my fingers teased higher and I brushed the edge of her smallclothes. She shivered as I cupped the swell of her womanhood, pressing gently. Her hips moved just slightly as I started rubbing and I could feel her moisture seeping through to my fingers.
Elissa's breathing was getting ragged but her slight panting was musical after her previous silence. I peered up at her: her head still resting on the back of the chair, her eyes closed and her lips soft and parted. I trailed my tongue across the hollow between her breasts and flicked at her other nipple, standing proud and forlorn in the cold, and she gasped. As I took it into my mouth my fingers ducked under her smalls and tangled through her soft curls. She moaned quietly and I smiled, caressing her lightly.
Her hips bucked again as I traced my fingers over her cleft, so to tease her I did it again, and again, and again; over and over until my fingertips were slippery with her wetness and she was whimpering at the touch. Her fingers clutched my head with a hint of increasing pressure. I took that as my cue and started sliding her smalls off. Obligingly she lifted her hips and I let her go to slip them down her thighs. She gave a small kick and they flew off to land on the floor, a tiny white pile of delicate crumpled fabric. Her eyes were wide and heavy as she looked down at me, making to get up, but I pressed her back down onto the chair, angling her hips forward and running my hands up the inside of her thighs. She sank back, her hair fanning around her shoulders, and shivered as I ran my cheek up the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
I held her eyes as my mouth met her, and she groaned as she felt my tongue melting against her, into her. She wrapped her legs around me, heels resting on the muscles of my back. Her fingers flexed and then I flicked her nub and she arched convulsively. Her eyes glittered, heavily lidded as she looked down the curve of her belly. I smiled against her and worked my tongue.
A long time ago, longer than I cared to remember at least, I'd had a very embarrassing conversation with Zevran around the fire while we were on watch one night. He'd decided to impart some of his wisdom to me. I swear to the Maker I'd spent the next several weeks turning a hideous shade of red every time Elissa walked past me, some of the things he'd said. The assassin was insufferable. However, the man was skilled, no doubt about it. "Women love a man who knows their letters," he'd said. "Alphabets," he'd continued at my look of incomprehension. I remember the way he rolled his eyes when I still didn't get it and he launched into a terribly graphic explanation complete with sound effects and tongue waggling exhibition. I'd stammered and fled to my tent and spent the rest of the night wondering that people really did that… put their mouth there… It seemed vaguely disgusting, but my body betrayed me with its thought on the idea. So the next night, on watch with Elissa, I'd coaxed her back to a nicely secluded mossy glen and set out to practice my alphabet on her, to her very loud delight.
The next day I could barely eat, let alone speak, from the way my jaw ached. But it was worth it.
I stifled a chuckle at the thought. The Ferelden alphabet was such a drab thing. Until you were writing it the way I was. If only the Templars could see me now.
Over the years I'd found that Elissa favoured the squiggly letters, so I practiced them now on that tiny, deliciously exquisite bundle of nerves. She was moaning growing louder, interspersed with short, breathy pants, and her hips had started to undulate. A series of S's, large and small, made her hold her breath and push her hips up to meet my face. I traced a looping circle of O's and her fingers taloned in my hair, holding me in a vice-like grip. But it was the M's that tipped her over the edge; and she yelped with her climax, then collapsed, limply shuddering.
I do good work.
I straightened myself and leaned up to her, kissing her. She kissed me back voraciously, mouth cool under mine. I stood up, slowly, lifting her as I went, until she was in my arms, still kissing me. She wrapped her arms around me and I carried her over to the bed, letting her settle on the mattress. She hiked her skirts up and scooted backwards, looking at me with a familiar glint in her eyes. I was achingly hard, desperate to be joined with her. I fumbled with the laces on my clothing, my fingers refusing to co-operate… when there was a knock at the door.
We froze; looking at each other like a couple of guilty initiates caught fooling around in the back of the Chantry.
"My lord King? My lady Queen?"
That was Lynde's voice. I groaned, and Elissa made a small sound of amusement. By the formality of Lynde's tone it was something important.
I cleared my throat. "Yes, Lynde?" I called out.
"It's the courier, my lord. He's come as the Queen requested."
"Oh!" Elissa said. "I'd forgotten about that. It's for the messages to Fergus and Teagan."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Please show him to the blue office, Lynde, and we will be there shortly."
"Yes, my lord."
Grumbling, I attempted to relace my trousers. Elissa started giggling in earnest, watching me trying to cover up the signs of my obvious desire for her. She had gotten off the bed, pulled her skirts down and started patting at her hair by the time I'd finally managed to wrangle myself back into place. I sat down at a desk and pulled out some parchment so I could write some messages while I waited for … things… to dissipate.
Fergus,
A Situation has come up here in Denerim.
(I sniggered a bit to myself.)
Please hurry here and make all Haste. We require you urgently. Pay no attention to Rumours.
Alistair & Elissa.
I showed it to Elissa who pursed her lips but nodded. I quickly penned a duplicate to Teagan and laid them down to dry while I tidied myself up. Elissa came over with a damp cloth from the ewer and wiped it over my face. She looked at me tenderly and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, before tossing the cloth back. Then she walked over to the door and opened it.
She looked back at me and I gathered up the notes, taking care not to smudge them. I strode over to her, and together we set off down the hall to meet the courier and set events in motion.
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Full story can be found on ff.net here.
Note: ahead thar be smut.
Elissa's arm in mine was like silk-clad crystal - cool, hard, beautiful, and as apt to shatter at the wrong word or movement.
I snuck a look at her face: it was closed, impassive. Her features were locked, white and strained. Her eyes stared blindly ahead and she moved without her usual grace. When she almost stumbled over the edge of a carpet I realised she wasn't with me - her body was walking by my side, but she'd locked herself away. I'd never seen her like this before.
I steered her through the corridors of the castle, waving away courtiers and servants alike, and prayed we wouldn't run into anyone whom protocol demanded we had to stop and speak to. All the while I kept holding her arm, patting her, saying nonsense words. Hoping she'd come out of it and respond.
But she didn't.
When I saw the heavy wooden doors leading to our suite I breathed a sigh of relief. I bundled her inside, shutting the doors behind us. Lynde was there, pottering away in Elissa's things. She jumped up as we entered, took one look at Elissa, and rushed to her side. Together we got her to sit in the armchair in front of the fire. Lynde loosened her stays and unbuttoned her high collar while I built up the fire. Elissa still hadn't said a word.
Lynde looked at me and I shrugged and gestured to the door. She left, casting anxious looks back, and the doors closed with a heavy note. I moved to the table, poured a goblet of wine and took a mouthful - it was rich and red and tingled on my tongue. The alcohol burnt pleasantly as I swallowed and the worry in my stomach started to settle.
I walked over to Elissa and offered her the cup. "Here love, have some wine. You need it." I may as well have been talking to a statue. She just kept looking at the fire. Her impassiveness was making the thready edges of panic creep their way up my spine.
I frowned and gulped down the rest of the wine, replacing the goblet on the table.
I knelt in front of Elissa and took her hand, looking up into her face.
"Elissa, come on. Come back to me." I patted her hand, rubbing it, trying to warm the crystalline chill that permeated it, but she didn't react.
"Elissa, please. Don't withdraw like this. Talk to me."
Still nothing. I bit my lip. I could feel tears starting to form.
"Please, love," I whispered. "I need you."
She blinked and her eyes slowly focused on me. "Need me?" Her voice was hoarse and tight. "How can you need me? I failed you."
I brought her hand up and kissed its back. "You haven't failed me."
"I have. I've failed you, failed Ferelden."
"No love. No you haven't."
She closed her eyes and turned her head away, walling herself off from me again. "I have. I've failed my first duty. To give you an heir. And I've just announced it to the Council who will go out and tell the whole of Denerim, who will go out and tell all of Ferelden. That your queen is barren. A failure."
I sighed. "Elissa, you're not a failure. Look at me. Please."
She opened her eyes but kept her face averted. "I am. I know I am. The Bannorn know I am. Even the lowest farmer's wife knows I am."
She took a deep breath and looked at me fully, eyes wide and shimmering. "It was my duty as a queen and as a woman to give you an heir. And I failed."
I took her face in my hands, holding her still and looking into her eyes. "Elissa. I'm only going to say this one more time. You have not failed me." She opened her mouth but I placed my fingers across her lips. "No, listen to me. You are the Queen. You are the Hero of Ferelden. You are the Warden-Commander. You are a Cousland. You are my wife. You have not once, once, failed in all these things." Her eyes flickered strangely but before she could say anything I pressed on. "You are strong, capable, brave, and smart. You inspire loyalty. You are a leader and a warrior." I moved in closer and my voice grew husky. "You are beautiful and charming. You are my lover and my friend. You are my wife. You do not need the issue of your womb to prove that you can do any of these things."
"But what about Eamon and…"
Silently I cursed the late lamented Arl of Redcliffe and his damnable insistence on tradition. "To the Black City with Eamon," I snarled. "If Eamon was so insistent on my having an heir then he should've had another one for himself to show the way."
She recoiled slightly at my vehemence, and then shook her head. "No, he was right. So was mother. It was my duty…"
I shook her slightly, her head lolling weakly on her neck as her teeth snapped together, cutting off her words. "Maker's breath! Listen to me! You are Elissa Cousland! You do amazing things every day that do not require a womb! Stop thinking that that is what defines you!"
The shimmering in her eyes spilled over and splashed onto my fingers as she looked up at me. "But… the Bannorn…"
I ground my teeth in frustration. "By Andraste's everloving arse, Elissa, I don't care what the Bannorn thinks! May I remind you that I'm half responsible for not having an heir? I don't see you calling me a failure!"
She looked at me in shock, eyes wide and framed by lashes decorated with crystal droplets, and then her lips quirked slightly. "Well, not to your face anyway."
"What, you mean you call me a failure behind my back? Oh, now I'm hurt. You've wounded me." I pouted, for good measure, smirking up at her from my spot on the ground. She giggled faintly. I felt my spirits ease and smiled up at her. Even in tears she was breathtaking.
Softly I wiped her cheeks dry. My thumbs followed their path down her face and brushed over her lips. I felt her warm breath on them and looked back up. Elissa's eyes were wide, waiting, limpid pools. Still holding her face I ever so slowly moved in until our lips were just brushing. "Don't ever… ever… say anything like that again, do you hear me?" She nodded, shakily and opened her lips to speak. I shook my head, my mouth brushing across hers as soft as gossamer, and she paused, lips parted slightly.
"Just don't scare me like that again," I murmured, and kissed her.
Her mouth tasted of tears - bitter and regretful. She was warm but hesitant, so I threaded my fingers through her hair and held her tight against me as I tasted her mouth. She made a muffled noise and then her arms were around me and she was kissing me back.
After a while I realised that she had her legs wrapped around me as well, her skirts hiked up to reveal impossibly white thighs. I tightened abruptly in approval, so I freed her face and slid my hands down to caress her. She shivered slightly as my hand brushed her smooth skin, and I could feel the muscles underneath playing as she flexed. My fingers skimmed lightly, teasingly up under her skirts, tracing swirls and curlicues across her skin, and she tensed. She broke off the kiss.
"Alistair," she whispered.
I took the opportunity to kiss down her neck, nibbling and sucking ever so slightly. She sighed and tilted her head back, and I flicked my tongue over the hollows of her neck and down to the unbuttoned neckline of her gown. I could smell the sweet, musky perfume she'd put on that morning drifting up from her décolletage. It made my mouth water.
I nudged her gown off first one shoulder and then the other with my nose, while my tongue trailed across her skin and my hands smoothed and teased under her skirts. With every sweep of my fingers I was brushing higher and higher. I could feel the warmth of her core just beyond my fingertips but I was in no hurry to reach it, yet.
Elissa was shifting restlessly underneath me and her chest was rising with every panting breath she took. I pulled my hands up and she murmured a protest, which quickly silenced when she realised I was unbuttoning the bodice of her gown all the way, parting the fabric and sliding it down her arms, displaying her breasts before me.
I traced one finger from her neck down to the swell of her breast, feather light and delicate, and she shuddered. Her nipples puckered and hardened in the cool air. I ducked my head down and kissed one, softly, swirled my tongue around it and drew it into my mouth. She breathed a quiet "oh" and her back arched.
Suckling, I wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight, while my other resumed its exploration of her thighs. Elissa threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling gently as my fingers teased higher and I brushed the edge of her smallclothes. She shivered as I cupped the swell of her womanhood, pressing gently. Her hips moved just slightly as I started rubbing and I could feel her moisture seeping through to my fingers.
Elissa's breathing was getting ragged but her slight panting was musical after her previous silence. I peered up at her: her head still resting on the back of the chair, her eyes closed and her lips soft and parted. I trailed my tongue across the hollow between her breasts and flicked at her other nipple, standing proud and forlorn in the cold, and she gasped. As I took it into my mouth my fingers ducked under her smalls and tangled through her soft curls. She moaned quietly and I smiled, caressing her lightly.
Her hips bucked again as I traced my fingers over her cleft, so to tease her I did it again, and again, and again; over and over until my fingertips were slippery with her wetness and she was whimpering at the touch. Her fingers clutched my head with a hint of increasing pressure. I took that as my cue and started sliding her smalls off. Obligingly she lifted her hips and I let her go to slip them down her thighs. She gave a small kick and they flew off to land on the floor, a tiny white pile of delicate crumpled fabric. Her eyes were wide and heavy as she looked down at me, making to get up, but I pressed her back down onto the chair, angling her hips forward and running my hands up the inside of her thighs. She sank back, her hair fanning around her shoulders, and shivered as I ran my cheek up the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
I held her eyes as my mouth met her, and she groaned as she felt my tongue melting against her, into her. She wrapped her legs around me, heels resting on the muscles of my back. Her fingers flexed and then I flicked her nub and she arched convulsively. Her eyes glittered, heavily lidded as she looked down the curve of her belly. I smiled against her and worked my tongue.
A long time ago, longer than I cared to remember at least, I'd had a very embarrassing conversation with Zevran around the fire while we were on watch one night. He'd decided to impart some of his wisdom to me. I swear to the Maker I'd spent the next several weeks turning a hideous shade of red every time Elissa walked past me, some of the things he'd said. The assassin was insufferable. However, the man was skilled, no doubt about it. "Women love a man who knows their letters," he'd said. "Alphabets," he'd continued at my look of incomprehension. I remember the way he rolled his eyes when I still didn't get it and he launched into a terribly graphic explanation complete with sound effects and tongue waggling exhibition. I'd stammered and fled to my tent and spent the rest of the night wondering that people really did that… put their mouth there… It seemed vaguely disgusting, but my body betrayed me with its thought on the idea. So the next night, on watch with Elissa, I'd coaxed her back to a nicely secluded mossy glen and set out to practice my alphabet on her, to her very loud delight.
The next day I could barely eat, let alone speak, from the way my jaw ached. But it was worth it.
I stifled a chuckle at the thought. The Ferelden alphabet was such a drab thing. Until you were writing it the way I was. If only the Templars could see me now.
Over the years I'd found that Elissa favoured the squiggly letters, so I practiced them now on that tiny, deliciously exquisite bundle of nerves. She was moaning growing louder, interspersed with short, breathy pants, and her hips had started to undulate. A series of S's, large and small, made her hold her breath and push her hips up to meet my face. I traced a looping circle of O's and her fingers taloned in my hair, holding me in a vice-like grip. But it was the M's that tipped her over the edge; and she yelped with her climax, then collapsed, limply shuddering.
I do good work.
I straightened myself and leaned up to her, kissing her. She kissed me back voraciously, mouth cool under mine. I stood up, slowly, lifting her as I went, until she was in my arms, still kissing me. She wrapped her arms around me and I carried her over to the bed, letting her settle on the mattress. She hiked her skirts up and scooted backwards, looking at me with a familiar glint in her eyes. I was achingly hard, desperate to be joined with her. I fumbled with the laces on my clothing, my fingers refusing to co-operate… when there was a knock at the door.
We froze; looking at each other like a couple of guilty initiates caught fooling around in the back of the Chantry.
"My lord King? My lady Queen?"
That was Lynde's voice. I groaned, and Elissa made a small sound of amusement. By the formality of Lynde's tone it was something important.
I cleared my throat. "Yes, Lynde?" I called out.
"It's the courier, my lord. He's come as the Queen requested."
"Oh!" Elissa said. "I'd forgotten about that. It's for the messages to Fergus and Teagan."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Please show him to the blue office, Lynde, and we will be there shortly."
"Yes, my lord."
Grumbling, I attempted to relace my trousers. Elissa started giggling in earnest, watching me trying to cover up the signs of my obvious desire for her. She had gotten off the bed, pulled her skirts down and started patting at her hair by the time I'd finally managed to wrangle myself back into place. I sat down at a desk and pulled out some parchment so I could write some messages while I waited for … things… to dissipate.
Fergus,
A Situation has come up here in Denerim.
(I sniggered a bit to myself.)
Please hurry here and make all Haste. We require you urgently. Pay no attention to Rumours.
Alistair & Elissa.
I showed it to Elissa who pursed her lips but nodded. I quickly penned a duplicate to Teagan and laid them down to dry while I tidied myself up. Elissa came over with a damp cloth from the ewer and wiped it over my face. She looked at me tenderly and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, before tossing the cloth back. Then she walked over to the door and opened it.
She looked back at me and I gathered up the notes, taking care not to smudge them. I strode over to her, and together we set off down the hall to meet the courier and set events in motion.
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