Kristian's fingers, almost crushing her arm to the bone, pulled her back into the chamber. When he returned to the solar he looked at her sitting by the fire, waif-like, her woollen sweater barely softening the tense angle of her shoulders. His stick slipped over the top tread and he almost lost his balance. Kristian clutched Ilona to himself and began to climb relentlessly.
He was smiling, not looking at all surprised to see them. She opened her eyes and found Madeleine beside her, the beads on her oyster silk dress straining the frail fabric as she leaned down towards Charlotte. There was a halo around the moon. She came to the balustrade and called, Karl? Are you there? Smiling to himself, Pierre answered, Here I am.
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