“Is it true?” demanded Miss Falconer when we were in our room again. Aunt Lavinia was still fast asleep. “What?” I asked, carefully unlacing her boots so she would be more comfortable. “That you’re an outsider? That you didn’t know about dragons before April?” “Oh. Yes.” I eased off the boots and then stretched out on my own bed to rest my aching limbs. “Good heavens.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Well, I wouldn’t mind getting rid of a rival, but I don’t particularly want to watch you die in agony, so please listen to me carefully.” I rolled to face her. “Muzzles, cages, gauntlets,” she
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