It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. . From now on, you’re going to listen to me for a change. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. But one of these days everything will click back into place. Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens.
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