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[pwyll_twiceborn]

One last farewell to make

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[first_of_dana]

The acolyte returns, after a moment, and with her is Jaelle.

"Pwyll," she says. "I wondered if you would come. Will you take a glass of wine?"

[pwyll_twiceborn]

He had thought he might be kept waiting. Then again, if she thought that's what he'd expect, she almost certainly would do the opposite.

He nods, and follows her back along the hallway to the room he remembers.

[first_of_dana]

She dismisses the acolyte and closes the door, goes to a sideboard and pours wine for them both, her motions brisk and impersonal.

She gives him one of the glasses and sinks down into a pile of cushions on the floor.

"This evening, then?"

[pwyll_twiceborn]

"If you will," he says, hastily; trying for all the politeness they've so often missed. "Is there a difficulty? Because if there -"