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"By morning, Joscelin was resigned. "You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve," he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins. "You never said that to Phedre," I reminded him. "Ah, well." He grinned despite himself. "In her case, there is no question."