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In the kingdom beyond the North Wind, there are no seasons, or rather, all seasons exist at once. The apple trees bloom and bear fruit at the same time. Thus the view of the orchard outside the king's sitting room window changes only from day to night, night to day.
This afternoon, Arthur sits at his writing-desk with pen and parchment laid out. The sunlight beyond the window is pure and clear, as it is always; it hardly ever rains in this land. Nevertheless candles, burning with something too bright to be fire, illuminate the king's working surface.
Arthur sets the pen down and closes his eyes. Merlion? he calls into the halls. Come see me at your leisure.
This afternoon, Arthur sits at his writing-desk with pen and parchment laid out. The sunlight beyond the window is pure and clear, as it is always; it hardly ever rains in this land. Nevertheless candles, burning with something too bright to be fire, illuminate the king's working surface.
Arthur sets the pen down and closes his eyes. Merlion? he calls into the halls. Come see me at your leisure.