“M’am.” She said kindly, turning her head around again. “You need not ask my permission for anything you do. On the contrary, it is I who should ask permission to speak with you. May I?”
“Speak with me? Sure.” I asked, confused. Concluding that this exchange meant that we could talk now, I proceeded with my questions. “Why does his lordship want to ensure my safety?”
“He does not wish anything to happen to you miss.” She said smiling.
“But, what am I to him?” I persisted.
“You? Miss?” She asked, her eyes glazed over and a blush rose to her cheeks. “You are his everything.”
“What?” I asked with a sharp intake of breath. “Exactly what is it that you mean by his everything?”
“Surely, her ladyship knows what is meant by these words. Surely.” She repeated.
For the next fifteen minutes, Iphsalin repeated these words over and over again: “His everything. Surely.” I didn’t understand her incessant rambling but I didn’t interrupt her either. She sounded worried and upset. When she stopped her chatter, I tried to console her.
“Are you okay? I’m sure it isn’t too bad.” I told her quietly.
“Oh, her ladyship is not mad?” She smiled and sounded relieved. “I began saying things which were not meant to be said yet and I feared that you would be maddened by your confusion.”
“No.” I said, lifting my eyebrows and raising one end of my mouth. “Not mad. Perfectly content.”
“This I am glad to know.” She said, stopping at another crossroads. I assumed we were at another transit and that I would be getting another guide. “Here I stop. It is best if you keep moving. Mytal will find you as you go. He wishes you not to be frightened when you see him.”
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