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him.
“No! “You are king. You could tell him not to.”
“Don’t like to, really. He’s so keen.”
A large log crackled into two across the iron dogs.
“Can you really get books about... that?”
“You can get books about anything.”
They both stared at the fire. Verence thought: she doesn’t like being a queen, I can see that, but that’s what you are when you marry a king, all the books say so ...Why?”“Nanny was trying to give me motherly advice. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. Honestly, they both treat me as if I’m a big child.”“Oh, no. Nothing like that.”They sat on either side of the huge fireplace, both crim-son with embarrassment.152iOROS ft/VO iftQf£6Then Magrat said: “Er . . . you did send off for that book, did you? You know . . . the one with the wood-cuts?”“Oh, yes. Yes, I did.”“It ought to have arrived by now.”“Well, we only get a mail coach once a week. I expect it’ll come tomorrow. I’m fed up with running down there every week in case Shawn gets there first.”