A room. A refuge to collect her thoughts. Ava looked about it for a moment, only long enough to find a wardrobe, and then she stepped over and pulled it open. The gowns hung within. Her mother's having made so many new ones meant it took a minute for her to be certain that she had found her own.
Suddenly the house seemed more of a refuge than it had for years. He and Lucie had studied so long and so hard that it seemed more of a school, though not much of a home at all. But -- faring back to the city they had been whisked out of. . . .
The fairy raised an eyebrow. Rosaleen had learned more in this mountain refuge than she would have in her father's castle. Still, she might not be the wisest person to use the horn. "So you will drive off King Henry's forces before you sleep?" "Then someone could steal it while I slept."
"There are many magics that can shrink you in size once," said Carolus. "And never again, though a different magic can do it." He nodded to Rosine. She felt helpless. It had proven useful in battle, and to find refuge. She could hardly deny it when it was so obvious.
It was amazing how quickly obstacles could be swept away when the right person became involved. A few stern words from the new Defense Minister and they finally had clearance to appeal to the Amerikanski moonbase for aid.
Aid the astronauts had given, so freely Valery Mishin wondered what privations they might be subjecting themselves for the cosmonauts' sake. They'd even taken Alekseev back with them to be examined by their own flight surgeon, in hopes that they could help him recover consciousness.
And two of their technicians were now giving the ammonia loops a thorough looking over. Mishin had only a basic understanding of English, and couldn't follow their rapid-fire exchanges of jargon, but their tone was not reassuring.
Yes, they'd brought scrubbers and oxygen bottles with them to compensate for the additional load on life support, but with the systems already compromised by the accident, there was only so much it could do. Already Shevtushenko had started talking about non-essential personnel taking refuge at the Amerikanski moonbase.
Now that Marshal Gruzinsky had finally returned to Sparta Point, the place was actually starting to feel like a refuge rather than an exile. Although Elaine still wasn't sure how much she wanted to have to do with the man, she had to admit she enjoyed listening to him telling war stories to his followers.
Although it would've helped if her Russian weren't so rusty after almost a decade of disuse. But it couldn't be helped at this point. All she could do was work on recovering the facility she'd lost when her parents and Aunt Kate had decided to terminate the annual trips to Moscow to spend summers with her cousins.
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Ava looked about it for a moment, only long enough to find a wardrobe, and then she stepped over and pulled it open. The gowns hung within. Her mother's having made so many new ones meant it took a minute for her to be certain that she had found her own.
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But -- faring back to the city they had been whisked out of. . . .
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He had hoped merely to hide unnoticed; to be welcomed and fed gave him hope again. Perhaps his host might even loan him a few rags for disguise.
The porridge was strangely bland.
It had no salt.
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"So you will drive off King Henry's forces before you sleep?"
"Then someone could steal it while I slept."
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She felt helpless. It had proven useful in battle, and to find refuge. She could hardly deny it when it was so obvious.
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Aid the astronauts had given, so freely Valery Mishin wondered what privations they might be subjecting themselves for the cosmonauts' sake. They'd even taken Alekseev back with them to be examined by their own flight surgeon, in hopes that they could help him recover consciousness.
And two of their technicians were now giving the ammonia loops a thorough looking over. Mishin had only a basic understanding of English, and couldn't follow their rapid-fire exchanges of jargon, but their tone was not reassuring.
Yes, they'd brought scrubbers and oxygen bottles with them to compensate for the additional load on life support, but with the systems already compromised by the accident, there was only so much it could do. Already Shevtushenko had started talking about non-essential personnel taking refuge at the Amerikanski moonbase.
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Although it would've helped if her Russian weren't so rusty after almost a decade of disuse. But it couldn't be helped at this point. All she could do was work on recovering the facility she'd lost when her parents and Aunt Kate had decided to terminate the annual trips to Moscow to spend summers with her cousins.
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