I paused on the threshold of the large room, glancing at the table where Laszlo sat alone, one chair and one setting for his dinner. I looked away, thinking hard, and then back again, and found him staring at the sudden addition of another seat and setting. His head turned to me and he blinked, but he said nothing. No protest. No hello. I'd spent the better part of three days climbing over a sleeping dragon, dusting off scales and sucking up néktar. I knew now how much strength I'd lost, how much of my own mind, because it was returning to me one deep, sleeping sigh at a time. If Laszlo knew
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