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Suddenly, Walter wanted no more part of this silent fencing. "If you do not need me any longer, my lord," he said, "may I have leave to go?"
Richard nodded absently, his mind still busy with Llewelyn's proposal. The prince spared Walter a smile, glad of the opportunity to look away from his ally/opponent for a moment. When he was free of the bench, a delicate operation to spare his knee, Walter bowed mechanically to both men, quite unaware of whether or not they had noticed. His eyes were already seeking Sybelle, and although she had moved from the position in which he had last seen her, they seemed to know of themselves where she was and found her at once.

 
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