Chapter 12-2
“You are where you are, of course.” Phoebe took him in, watching his mannerisms and his fair hair and bewilderment with slight amusement. “And who are you?” He walked toward her, careful that he might not break through the ground and fall back from whence he came. “A traveler just like you.” She walked up to him and asked, “Where have you come from?” “From England. The queen’s palace.” Preoccupied, he took a deep breath and held it and then slowly exhaled. “Even the air smells different.” He noticed her again and his different surroundings and then added, “No, that is not right. I was in France and then came directly from there to here.” “Do you always travel this much so quickly?” She toyed with him and found it to be of great fun. “No, I do not.” He came closer and then waved his ar
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