While Peter was glad that he had been able to meet not one, but two new patients and give them some advice, he had to admit that he was itching to see a familiar face by now. Actually, it was one in particular that he was looking for, and one that most people who knew him would have been able to guess on the first try. In others words, he hadn't
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At least this time, Tolten was able to offer up some input as to what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go. The nurse (or solider, or guard, or whatever it was) was rather like having one of his attendants. In fact, if he tried hard enough, he could pretend that she was. And so with an authority and a presence he didn't entirely feel, the young king had informed her that he wished to repose in the music room, thank you very much.
The woman gave him a mildly amused stare, and began to lead the way. That was when she produced the letter.
"How lucky!" she had said, handing it over. "Already getting mail from home!"
And then she had deposited him outside the music room, leaving him to gape without comprehension at the envelope in his hands. The sheer absurdity of anyone from home sending him a letterHe opened it as he entered the ( ... )
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And then he realized he was being spoken to.
"Yes..." he responded in his lilting accent, nodding slowly. "I quite enjoy music. I took lessons as a small child, and my mother played the harp." At least, he thought it was the harp. She had played something, he could remember that much. She would play and sing him lullabies. But perhaps he was simply getting confused, as he played string instruments and Her Majesty favored the harp.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," he went on. "But today has been very strange and a small bit of normal familiarity...." he gave a weak smile as he trailed off. Tolten's head still felt light and strange, and he couldn't shake this sense of being in a dream. "Er...what manner of instrument is this? I've never seen a piano or an organ quite like it...."
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It was used for practically the same things, at least.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, nodding. "It runs on a current! It's not really a proper piano at all. Well, I suppose I oughtn't say that, it isn't an improper instrument.... Though that must make it rather difficult to keep in tune..." Laughing nervously, Tolten began mentally kicking himself. Delightful. Clearly insanity for him was simply babbling like...like an idiot ( ... )
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