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and-ruby necklace and ring—but no bracelets.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next minute the girls were both curtseying, deep, graceful curtseys. Stefan made his<br />
best bow.<br />
Lady Ulma held out both hands to Elena, who seemed to be almost frantic over something<br />
that Stefan didn’t understand. Elena took the extended hands, breathing quickly and shallowly. “Lady<br />
Ulma—you’re so thin—”<br />
Just then the babbling of a baby could be heard. Elena’s face lit up and she smiled at<br />
Lady Ulma, letting out a quick breath. A young servant—even younger-looking than Bonnie—gently<br />
put a tiny bundle made of lace and sheerest lawn into Lady Ulma’s arms. Both Elena and Bonnie<br />
blinked away tears, all the while beaming at the child and making little nonsense noises. Stefan could<br />
understand that—they’d known the Lady since she was a whip-torn slave, trying not to miscarry.<br />
“But how—?” Elena began spluttering. “We saw you only a few days ago, but this baby<br />
is months old—”<br />
“A few days? Is that how long it seems to you?” asked Lady Ulma. “To us, it has been<br />
many months. But the magic still works, Elena! Your magic remained! It was an easy delivery—easy!<br />
And then Dr. Meggar says that you saved me before she suffered injury from the abuse I went through.<br />
She is trying to speak already! It is you, Elena, it is your magic!”<br />
At this the Lady made a movement as if to kneel at Elena’s feet. She got no farther than a<br />
few inches, though, because Elena caught her hands, crying, “Lady Ulma, no!” while Stefan, at his<br />
best speed, slipped beside the girl servant and caught the Lady by her elbows, supporting her weight.<br />
“And I’m not magic,” Elena added. “Stefan, tell her that I’m not magic.”<br />
Obediently, Stefan leaned toward the ear of the tall woman. “Elena is the most magic<br />
I’ve ever encountered,” he stage-whispered. “She has Powers that I can’t even understand.”<br />
“Ahh!” Elena made a wordless exclamation of frustration.<br />
“Do you know what I’m naming her?” the Lady continued. Her face, if not conventionally<br />
beautiful, was striking, with an aristocratic combination of Roman nose and high cheekbones.<br />
“No.” Elena smiled—and then “No!” Elena cried. “Please! Don’t condemn her to a life<br />
of expectations and terror. Don’t tempt anyone to hurt her while she’s still a child. Oh, Lady Ulma!”<br />
“But my dear savior…”<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Elena began to manage things. Once she took a situation in hand there was no way<br />
not to go with the flow of it. “Lady Ulma,” she said clearly, “forgive me for interfering in your affairs.<br />
But Bonnie has told me—” She stopped, hesitated.<br />
“Of the troubles of strong and hopeful young girls, for the most part poor or enslaved,<br />
who have taken on the names of the three bravest young women who ever graced our world,” Lady<br />
Ulma finished for her.<br />
“Something like that,” Elena said, flushing.<br />
“Nobody’s calling themselves Damon,” put in the young nurse cheerfully and with the<br />
utmost goodwill. “Neither boys nor girls.”<br />
Stefan could have kissed her.<br />
“Oh, Lakshmi!” Elena hugged the coltish-looking teenager. “I didn’t even see you<br />
properly. Let me look at you.” She held the girl at arm’s length. “Do you know, you’ve grown at least<br />
an inch since I last saw you?”<br />
Lakshmi beamed.<br />
Elena turned back to Lady Ulma. “Yes, I am afraid for the child. Why not call her Ulma?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> patrician lady half shut her eyes. “Because, my dear Elena, Helena, Aliena, Alliana,