[She laughs, and she lets them have this moment, she lets him spin her around, and then she tugs him back up the castle, up to where the rest of her family is. They have a party. Things are lovely, for a time, perfect.
Things are perfect, and then, one morning, the horn for the white stag blows, and Lucy is curled around George when someone comes to the door. Don't get it, she says, stay here.
So they stay.
So they stay, and the day passes, but the rest of her siblings do not return. Their horses do, but they do not. Someone finds Lucy to tell her.
They search.
They search for days. Lucy barely sleeps. She slips out of their bedroom and curls up in the High King's throne in the dark of night; she hears someone move in the darkness, and she knows.]
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Things are perfect, and then, one morning, the horn for the white stag blows, and Lucy is curled around George when someone comes to the door. Don't get it, she says, stay here.
So they stay.
So they stay, and the day passes, but the rest of her siblings do not return. Their horses do, but they do not. Someone finds Lucy to tell her.
They search.
They search for days. Lucy barely sleeps. She slips out of their bedroom and curls up in the High King's throne in the dark of night; she hears someone move in the darkness, and she knows.]
Hullo, George.