“At first I startled, forgetting where I lay, but then I realized I was the interloper here, in this bed not my own.
I must have made some sound, for I heard his voice in the darkness. “Forgive me. I did not mean to wake you.”
“It is all right.” I turned on my pillow, facing toward him, although I could see nothing of him save a darker shape against the gloom in the chamber. “Is it very late?”
“Late enough. And how are you feeling?”
“Much improved. I hope I did not give everyone too much of a fright.”
“Not at all.” A grim chuckle. “You may imagine what most of the court thinks of it.”
I already had imagined it. But I could think of no way to phrase such a thing without only increasing the awkwardness between us. Instead, I replied lightly, “Well, if I have supplied some new gossip, then I suppose I have done my work for the night.”
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