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Kathlyn with evasions. Frowning, he replaced the order in the box, which he put away in a drawer. It was all arrant nonsense, anyhow; nothing could possibly happen; if there did, he would feel certain that he no longer dwelt in a real workaday world. The idle whim of a sardonic old man; nothing more than that.”Father, is the king dead?”
“Dead! What makes you ask that, Kit?”
“The past tense; you said he was, not is.”
“Yes, he’s dead, and the news came this morning. Hence, the yarn.”
“Will there be any danger in returning?”
“My girl, whenever I pack my luggage there is danger. A cartridge may stick; a man may stumble; a man you rely on may fail you. As for that, there’s always danger. It’s the penalty of being alive.”