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“Are you telling me to stay away from her?” Roland demanded, not at all liking the idea.
“Now would I do that?” Jock sounded shocked at the very notion. “I merely asked you to step easy, not to hurt her.”
Roland opened his mouth—and closed it again. How was he supposed to argue with that? Demanding he not see Lily and asking him merely not to hurt her were two very different things, after all. Roland looked at his feet and cleared his throat. “I don’t have any problem with that,” he said.
“Well, now, I didn’t really think you would,” Jock replied.
Roland lifted a hand to the back of his neck. “Listen, what’s going on with this Lily/Lillian thing? Since when do princesses share names with their maids?”
Jock rubbed his stubbled chin and said, “Naming a child after a princess is an act of respect, laddie, don’t you think?”
“Mmm, I suppose so. I wonder if the princess doesn’t mind, though.”
“And why should she?”
“Frankly, I suspect the princess can’t hold a light to Lily,” Roland muttered.
“You think not?” Jock mused.
“Lily’s not just beautiful, Jock. She has a gift with the horses.”
“Aye, I know it well.”
“What about the princess?”
Jock seemed to consider a moment. “Well, she considers herself something of a horsewoman, and she can sit a saddle as pretty as any, but I doubt we’ll be seeing her much around here.”
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