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that.
    “And what of it, Olive? Let us put
it in the proper context; would you be this enthralled had there been
no barrier?” Olive shook her head, looking chastised.
    “Princess, I do apologize, but for
the love of the Guardian, he does impress one!” Clara understood
that he was different enough from the men inside the sphere to be a
novelty, but she could not slip the feeling of foreboding.
    “I say that we exercise caution,
Olive… and tell no one as yet.”
    “But, my lady, the Queen should be
told. Or what of Charles?”
    Clara deliberated, rolling her
bottom lip under her teeth, biting down, nibbling to ease her
tension.
    “I know not, but I do not wish to
have more of the Queen’s speculations upon me. With another savage seen at my bedside window,” Clara gestured with her hand to the
Outside, “she could imprison me further. Speaking of which…I
dare say it is time I dress and get to the fields.”
    Olive sighed, her lady was stubborn
beyond measure. Dare she go behind her back and at the very least,
alert Charles that the savages have marked the Princess in
some way?
    The Princess’s finger was suddenly
under Olive’s nose, “Do not think of it. Tell no one. Your face
shows your feelings, Olive, you must learn to school them, especially
around the Queen.”
    Olive curtsied and thought that may
be the end of it.
    “I wish to see Sarah before the
fields.”
    Olive turned, “My lady?” That
was an unusual turn. The princess did not typically linger in the
morning, preferring to escape the Queen’s notice as early as was
possible.
    “Yes, I wish to see Sarah, and…
briefly visit with her.”
    “Does she not have schooling, my
lady?”
    “Yes.”
    Olive thought this odd, however, it
may ease her mistress if they could confer. She went to the huge
wardrobe which held the Princess’ articles and clothing. She chose
with care, the Princess was not one to enjoy the finer clothing that
the Queen did. As summer was upon them now, she felt the linen best
suited to the climate with the cotton blouse. She chose low-slung
heels in leather, a scarce thing nowadays. She rifled around,
slinging silk stockings over her shoulder, gathering the shoes, skirt
and blouse, walking the whole of it to the bed and laid it on the
made portion. Her thoughts engrossed in the encounter with the savage . He was everything that the princess had said they
were. He was by far, the largest man she had laid eyes on. Even with
as tall as Charles and [the horrible] Prince Frederic were, these savages were half a head taller, she would have guessed. And
the nakedness… it made Olive lust for them, and the Outside. She
giggled.
    “What say you, Olive?” Clara
smiled at Olive; who was prone to be silly.
    “Oh, it is nothing, my lady, I was
lost in my thoughts,” she looked down, blushing.
    “It is the male, yes?”
    Olive nodded.
    Clara was not sure about all the
giggling and silliness that accompanied the supposition of the
opposite sex, it was bewildering. She could not figure it. However,
there were so few men that she could have considered as a royal, and
now that choice had been stolen from her. What was there to suppose?
Or, for that matter, to dream about. Better to keep her mind about
her tasks… her people.
    Clara sighed, “Yes, he was…
definitely male enough.” Clara said, remembering the height, the
menace, the impressive musculature.
    “Oh yes mistress, frighteningly
male!” she laughed.
    Clara turned and threw a pillow at
Olive, which winged her alongside her head and she laughed harder,
unable to stand upright. Finally, she clutched the pillow and flung
it back at Clara, who caught it deftly, hugging it to her chest, she
laughed with Olive, just two young women, one a Princess and one her
friend, forging an alliance in an uncertain time.
    Clara dressed quickly, making sure
that her skirt covered the ivory flesh of her ankles, it would not do
to show those about, and gathering herself, she proceeded to