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was a large black cylinder in his other hand -- the Founder's Scroll, I did not doubt, or some false copy which he meant stealthily to put in its place! Yet so brazen was he, Anastasia's call seemed not in the least to alarm him; he didn't even glance our way. The lights flickered, the crowd hummed; for half a second I considered whether to challenge him, exhibit myself to Lady Creamhair, or hide from both until a better moment. Then Anastasia opened the door, our mother clucking behind her, and said,"There you are! Did you hear it all?" She hugged my arm. "Here he is, Mom:hug each other!" That same moment she saw Bray, and joyfully invited him to witness our reunion. No help for it then: I turned to Miss Hector. . . Lady Creamhair. . . my mother. . . put out a hand to shake, and said, "How d'you do, ma'am. Nice seeing you again."
I might have gone on to apologize once more for having tried to mount her at our last meeting, but clearly she was hearing nothing. She opened and closed her eyes, smiled and squinted, shook her head.
"Oh no, indeed. No indeedy," she said, stunned into mildness.
"Billy Bocksfuss," I reminded her tersely, and glanced to see where Bray was. "The Goat-Boy, you know.George nowadays. I apologize --"