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"With respect, master, it won't be enough. One, perhaps two more ships, and the cellars will be full. Your storehouses were full months ago. If we don't find a way to shift this cargo off the island soon – "
A bolt of what appeared to be purple lightning arrowed down from the cloudless sky, followed by a sharp c***k that echoed off the courtyard walls.
Vardan waved Rolf into silence. "What in heaven's name was that?" the prince asked.
"Hopefully not something in the cellar," Rolf said drily.
Vardan laughed. "I hope you're right, my friend." He clapped his steward on the back and hurried to the nearest window overlooking the rose garden. At least, the expanse of snow smothering his grandmother's garden.
"It's a girl!" Inga exclaimed.
Vardan stared. Sure enough, the housekeep
