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"It is a long walk for short legs," Beale said. His expression didn't change, but there was a definite twinkle in his eyes. "I think you will find the wagon more convenient for the walk home."
When he'd be pulling that wagon full of five snoozing puppies.
"I am a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince and the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan. I haven't imagined being those things, have I?"
"No, Prince," Beale replied. "You have not imagined those things. You are the most powerful male in Dhemlan."
Nodding, Daemon walked to the door.
"However . . ."
He stopped, twisted at the waist to look back at Beale.
"After the Lady came to live with him here at the Hall, the High Lord quite often asked the same question."
Tangled Webs © Anne Bishop