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All day long, I chilled, unable to get warm in spite of fires
built high and hot drinks one after the other. When darkness fell, I
staggered to the garden and was unable to lift him, and him in too
much of a stupor to help himself, as he sometimes was. I pulled him
onto a rug and dragged it through the house to the baths, rolling him
into the hot water, and then stripping and following him in. I passed
out for a few minutes, and when I came to, he was staring at me.
"What's wrong?" he asked hoarsely.
"Chills and fever," I whispered. "I'll be all right soon."
He shook his head and lay back in the water. "We're a fine
pair, aren't we?" he said huskily.
"Yes, Highness," I whispered, unable to fight the hot tears
which filled my eyes.
He sat up and washed the filth from himself. Then he began
bathing me, though I protested. When he finished, he dried both of us
off, and then we helped each other over to the bed.
"Get in there and cover up good," he ordered.
"Highness, I can't take your bed!" I cried. "Wher
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