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broidery frame stood before one, a small table nearby holding the skeins of bright-dyed silks. The shutters of the window stood wide, and the Queen was suddenly aware of the sound of breakers. Even from the window of this third level, however, the sight of the surf was cut off by the great stone walls. Farther out, small whitecaps could be seen. |
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An archway led into a longer chamber in which a fire burned in a small hearth. This too was furnished with cushioned chairs, and there were tall candlesticks in which six-inch-thick candles stood ready. They were unlit now because the strong sunlight provided sufficient light from the antechamber window. On a dull day, however, it would be necessary to light the candles if one wished to sew or read by the hearth. There was, however, no bed, and the Queen felt a twinge of disappointment, which annoyed her. She was more tired than she would admit. A few steps more showed another opening, an ell-shaped extension that afforded privacy. Alinor hurried forward to turn down the bright blue spread, pricelessly embroidered in gold and silver thread with fantastic birds and beasts. The sweet odor of rose and lavender drifted outward from the sheets and warred with the ever-present musty smell from the damp walls. These were covered by handsomely worked tapestries, which kept out the damp somewhat, but nothing could keep out the smell. |
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"Shall I help you to disrobe, Your Grace?" Alinor asked. "I do not think the baggage wains are come yet, but you are so slender that one of my robes would fit you full well. I have one brand new, not yet ever worn." |
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The Queen considered, then sighed. "No, I will stay as I am. I must come down to dinner, after all." |
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"It could be brought to you here," Alinor urged. |
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In the dim light of this inner chamber, the Queen looked far older and frailer than she did on horseback. Suddenly Alinor was fearful that she might fail. It |
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