<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">The food arrived -- quietly -- and Cameron made sure that a suitable plate was placed in front of Gwen before he even glanced at his own.  "I did not realize old Fen was even still practicing -- yes, that's a sensible notion, my Queen."<br/>
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"I shall inform them of the change at once, your Majesty," Kyrion agreed.  "Perhaps fresh eyes upon the problem will prompt answers."<br/>
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"Methinks Tyvek will be glad of the change," Donovan muttered to Cameron.  "He has despaired of reconciling the work between old Fen and young Miss Sakira.  She is too timid to speak above a whisper, and you know Fen -- never speak what could be shouted."<br/>
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"Tyvek?" Cameron blinked.  "Masters?  Was he not a squire?"<br/>
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"He -- erm -- neglected to continue his training," Kyrion supplied, with a brief glance at Gwen.  "He serves as a clerk in the Palace now."</span></span>