"Thank you." Elizabeth sank down in a curtsey right to the floor. "This may be the last time I may do you a reverence with bent knee, for as queen it would not be seemly for me to bow, but in my heart there will always be reverence for King Oberon and Queen Titania and for all of Underhill, which has been my salvation in my times of trial. While I reign, all of you who do no harm and wish no ill to my people will be welcome in England."
Oberon's word held the Sidhe of the Bright Court in their seats, and prevented any demonstration—but it seemed to Elizabeth that she could feel the joy, the good will, and the relief coming from them. It felt like a tide, buoying her up, so that as Denno stepped to her side, she hardly needed his hand on her elbow to rise to her feet again.
"So let it be written!" Oberon said, his voice filling the Hall.
"So let it be done!" caroled Titania, turning the words into a song.
But Elizabeth had ears only for one voice; for Denno, who whispered with all of his old strength and gaiety, and yet with a new respect she had never expected to hear from him—
"And very well spoken, too, my gracious Faery Queen."
THE END
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And Less Than Kind
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
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