The Princess of Swords appeared and whisked me away before the black cloud of doubt surfaced again...
A voice droned through the walls...A voice that managed to combine whining with Regal authority, The King of Swords...
His hair was like sable, black velvet with diamonds glittering in it's folds...
Before he could renounce my intrusion The Queen of Swords materialized...
Managing to combine a Holy statue, an inn keepers wife and your favorite wicked Aunt, she smiled and greeted me as if we were old friends...
"My dear Prince of Swords! How we have missed your wit and charm..."
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