79. an arrangement of white feathers

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Back in the sanctuary of my rooms, I wondered if it was all for nothing.  Was the monarchy to fall?  Was I to be the last Queen of England?  I looked over to a silly arrangement of flowers, complete with some sort of fixed amount of white feathers - no doubt delivered for my coronation, and wondered what was the point?  And what could I, one person, do in the face of this terrorism?  Yes, I had retrieved Excalibur, but it was not acting as they believed, nor, as the days went by could I see myself parting with it.


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