The sisters in sensible men’s tribal overcoats, belted and latched, drew up the rear. Chistery lugged along a basket of dried apricots.
Sarima adorned herself in a brown velvet robe with fur tippets, the children put on extra trousers and tunics, and even Elphaba came along, in a thick cloak of purple brocade and heavy Arjiki goatskin boots, and mittens, carrying her broom. The sisters baked caramel sweets and prepared flasks of cocoa, and even decorated themselves with green and gold ribbons, as if it were a second Lurlinemas. The sisters agreed, and dug out the rusting skates Fiyero had brought back from the Emerald City. You can’t-I mean you can’t and you can’t- it’s not allowed, for one, and you’re “You know who you are,” she said, “but you don’t know who I am. It was almost as if she could read his mind. He corrected himself-he knew he never had. He wanted to take her hands in his-he didn’t remember that he’d ever touched her before. But have you eaten enough? We have to say good-bye now.” “We don’t,” he said, firmly. Though I point out you are the same age as I, and prancing about as a prince. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un. “ It’s not becoming.” “ It’s unbecoming,” she agreed. Take care of yourself and beware high connections with bastards, because when the revolution comes there won’t be mercy for toadying ass-lickers.” “At what-twenty three years old? you’re playing the Lady Rebel?” he said. It’s nice to see you but I don’t ever want to see you again. Don’t turn this into a sentimental rendezvous. “ We’re old friends,” she said, “but we’re not even especially good friends. It’s my training.” “ Don’t do this to me,” he said. I can pick up right now, and be away in thirty seconds. Never again, do you hear? I will move if I find you’re trailing me. Information? You’ve got a wife and children, and I’m merely an old college friend you ran into once.
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