Charlotte looked out again. Then I began to come back to myself. You fainted, don't you remember? She looked round and saw Karl sitting in a chair next to the bed, in waistcoat and shirt-sleeves, his collar undone. Charlotte had expected more vitriol about her social ineptitude, not this turn in the conversation.
Kristian thought of Ilona, sleeping in the highest circle of the Crystal Ring. So had the canopy and the curtains, their folds not soft but rigidly sculpted, ingrained with the dirt of ages. She was remembering the escape of the previous night, the hunger with which Karl and Pierre had taken the policeman. To sit in the silence and the light while she gathered her thoughts was enough.
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