Those are not the Queen’s words. No. They are mine. A long absence of thought followed my words. I could feel Chade there, I could almost sense his steady breathing as he stacked up my words and considered them from every angle. When next he touched minds with me, I could feel his smile, and strangely, the welling of his pride. Well. After fifteen years, do we finally have a true Farseer on the throne again? I held my stillness. Waiting. Waiting for mockery or challenge or defiance. I shall tell the Prince that his decision has been confirmed. And extend our gracious invitation to all the
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