Von Bergman waits in the library , as prearranged, at the appointed time . This is to be his final discussion prior to taking a galley back to Tradgardland. He has enjoyed the wonders of the French court but looks forward to the alefest and northern light of his homeland. He has been away for an age he muses. Anyway patience is the order of the day. He returns to his reading matter - a medieval bestiary gifted to a French Monarch by a Tradgardland Duke 300 years ago. His eyes alight upon the beautifully illuminated Phoenix ( a symbol of Christ's Resurrection) in the tome on his lap. He is reminded of hopes for the great days of renewal under Gallia that is eagerly awaited. Von Bergman hears steps approaching and looks up....
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A lovely lady gracefully approaches him with a shy smile. Her black, almost iridescent curls frame a fair face. The dark amber of her eyes sparkle with the suggestion of mischief.
She brushes past him, but drops her fan, an ivory and lace composition probably imported from Scandalusia ....
If she is not from Monte-Cristo, be sure a Monte-Cristan lady is watching her...
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