“Do you know what I miss the most?” he said. “Being waited on hand and foot?” “My cat.” “Ah,” I said neutrally. I suppose I should have guessed—Wendell speaks of his dear Orga a great deal, though I am never able to get a sense of what the creature actually looks like. “She has many talents. Several I’m not allowed to reveal.” “A cat has power over a king?” I said drily, adding a note to the map. “Faerie cats do not like their powers to be known, and prevent their masters from revealing them, often upon pain of death. Suffice it to say that I would trust her with my life.” He gazed wistfully
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