And so we left the ship and walked the distance to the palace. The scribe turned to look at me several times, much in the way Thomas had looked at me.
"Diana!" I whispered. "He looks at me as if he knew me... I wonder..."
"Yes... I thought about that too. Maybe you look familiar to him because he has also seen..."
"Merit," Paris completed the sentence in an undertone.
"He's old enough to have been here when they arrived..." Diana measured the man with her eyes, "at least I think so. In ancient times people did age more quickly, though..."
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