The Lady collected Quail from the Grandmotherly sort in charge of the church nursery and carried her while Liz pushed the pram. "Yes. It's so . . . I don't know what's over there, on the other side of that gate. I don't know what my place is. I don't even know if I've got a place." "Possibly with a man you don't know, don't remember." Liz bit her lip. "You know you can stay here. Forever. You're . . . one of us now." Lady December, or Rustle, or whatever she was going to call herself, nodded. "I know. And I like everyone here, all of you. But . . . What am I turning away from? What if I remember, later? Who is over there? " She looked rested and healed. And had spent just a couple of days on horseback. Kurt's scouts were now watching at the end of the Corridor. They reported that there was a good hard track to both the east and the south, just ahead of the Army, and no doubt the general was waiting for new orders before going one way or the other. So the Lady had rested here for two days.
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