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We stepped into the entrance hall and Tristan paused to admire the great multitude of flowers, meat, and coins. Chamberlain’s assistant bowed to him and stepped aside so our laird could take full view of his riches and his peoples’ thanks. Tristan walked forward and plucked a flower from among one of the bouquets.
“What an interesting day you have led yourself, Chamberlain,” Tristan commented as he sniffed the flower.
“There has been a great many gifts,” Chamberlain agreed.
“And much apprehension, I would bet,” Tristan added.
Chamberlain bowed his head. “It is so, my laird.”
“We shall see to that trouble,” Tristan assured him. He walked over to us and held out the flower to me. “A beauty for a beauty.”
I smiled and took the flower in hand. “Thank you, my laird.”
“Now to the
