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JUST BEFORE she and Lokum reached the prison gates, Eirini the Fair looked over
the side of their boat and saw that her mother had found her way to the drowned
city that now surrounded the building. She wasn’t alone; there was a man with
her, the one Eirini the Fair had never met but wanted to. They both waved, and
Eirini the First held up a finger and then wistfully rocked an invisible baby,
motions easily interpretable as an appeal for grandchildren. “Lovely,” Eirini the
Fair murmured, drawing her head back into the boat and pretending she hadn’t
seen that last bit.
