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Gwyn shimmied into the dress, trying not to imagine how better suited it must have been on a younger Tova--how much better suited it would be on Tova now. She wondered, not for the first time, why it was not Tova who was going to court with Kit. Should not an aunt accompany her young nephew?

But Gwyn knew she would be filled with guilt, should she stand back and watch Kit go off alone. He was so innocent. So alone, and removed from his element. Very much as she had been when the Range fell.

Well, alone and out of her element, at least.

"I suppose I do have one question," Gwyn said at last, going stock-still as Tova completed her hair. She paused, seeking out the right words, then looked down at her knitted hands.

"Should I be discovered--and really, it could not be all that difficult to root me out, should anyone seek to--what must I do to protect Kit? Should I feign ignorance? I could be a Ranger's child and not know it, after all. Or should I act as if I have been plotting against him in some fashion? Using him to get to court?" She drummed her fingers against her knee. "The end would be the same for me--let us not pretend otherwise. But I would not see Cytastan brought to harm because he has unfortunate connections. No more so than he already has been."