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And how is your head? Better?” he asked.”Very much. Sometimes it hurts.” Right now it was throbbing. “But every day I am much improved.””Where did you hit it? Are you bruised?”I put a hand to the back of my head, a little to the left, where I had landed with such jarring force. “Here,” I said. “It’s still a little tender.”And leaning forward, he touched my hair right where I had just laid my hand. Such was he glamour that attended him that I expected the ache to instantly melt away, healed by his royal caress. But in fact, I felt a sudden leap in my heart that made the pain briefly more intense.
