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wasn’t him, where is he?” Lucille turned our body away from Mary and started shouting orders at the ambulatory servants.
    I realized I might be in a bit of trouble.
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    I had to catch up on what had happened based only on snippets of conversation and glimpses of the aftermath as Lucille tried to take control of the situation.
    Right after Prince Daemonlas had died, and I’d blacked out, whoever resided in the dragon’s body attempted to reprise the boar-roasting scene from earlier with Lucille as the main course; the Lucille resident in my—her—
our
body. Fortunately for us, Brock’s combat effectiveness was increased fivefold whenever protecting his princess was involved. Unfortunately for Brock, that still didn’t amount to much. He shielded us from a blast of dragon fire using an overturned table. He just didn’t manage to do so while on the same side of the table as we were.
    He had survived only because he hadn’t been the focus of the dragon’s fury, and because Sir Forsythe intervened to grab the dragon’s attention.
    Brock had been bandaged and left seated at the edge of the wreckage. Between the tears in our eyes andLucille’s tendency to avoid looking directly at him, I didn’t get a good look at the extent of his injuries.
    She took his unbandaged hand and I heard Brock groan. “Who’s there?”
    â€œIt’s me. It’s Lucille.”
    He groaned again and I don’t know if he heard her. “Did Brock save the princess?”
    Lucille sniffed and nodded. “Yes. Brock saved the princess.” She wiped our eyes and bent over to kiss Brock on the forehead. When I caught a glimpse of his face I wanted to cry myself. The side of his head was scorched and he was missing a good part of his left ear. He looked past us, staring out at nothing. Someone had stripped the armor from his upper body and had bound his left arm completely in bandages that were already becoming discolored.
    â€œBrock is tired.”
    â€œThe battle’s over,” she whispered to him. “The princess is safe.”
    â€œBrock saved the princess.”
    â€œYes, he did. Rest now.”
    â€œBrock needs to rest now.”
    His groans subsided and his breathing became more regular as he closed his eyes.
    Lucille stood and yelled commands at the nearest servants. “You! You! And you! Get this man to a room with a bed. No one leaves him alone!”
    A quartet of men responded with “Yes, Your Highness!” and carried Brock off the battlefield.
    Oaths may be cheap for someone who had lost the ability to affect the physical world, but as I watched themcarry Brock away, I vowed that whoever or whatever bore responsibility for this would suffer dearly for it.
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    As the nightmare progressed I couldn’t imagine feeling more powerless. And it was no consolation to realize Lucille didn’t feel any better.
    I could only imagine what she was going through, being left solely in charge of this diplomatic disaster. In fact, “diplomatic disaster” understated exactly how badly things had gone. Prince Daemonlas may have triggered the catastrophe, but as far as the attendees knew, Lucille the Dragon had been the one to terrorize the ceremony.
    Despite everything, Lucille took command of the situation better than I could have.
    She ran around organizing our small staff of retainers to bring some semblance of order to the disaster our anniversary had become. In the space of an hour the wounded were all being tended to and the unhurt ushered into guest rooms far away from the great hall.
    Unfortunately, by the time things seemed under control, there were already several delegations that had slipped away to spread the bad news to their home kingdoms. Given the number of dead still littering the hall where they had fallen, this was a very bad thing.
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