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Curse it.
Mum’s only recently installed upon the throne of Ygranyllon, and having required some days to recover from serious injury incurred during her inauguration as the queen (sort of), I hadn’t expected she would have matters so well in hand already as to have sent envoys to neighbouring kingdoms.
Way to go, Mum!
If only it didn’t leave us in hot water.
‘Erm,’ I said, and cast a frantic glance at Jay.
No help there; he was as stymied as I.
Ah well. Talking us out of (and into) various messes was sort of my specialty.
‘You aren’t wrong,’ I said. ‘I, er, didn’t know about the other envoys.’
The queen glanced behind us. I refused to be so weak as to turn around, but if I had, I’d bet you anything you like I’d have seen the door quietly opening again, and those two guards coming
