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"I found a proclamation in the desk drawer of my room," Fred said. "Is that the one you're talking about?"

"No, Lord Fred. That was the invitation to your coronation and, though in your name, was not something that you were expected to announce yourself. Besides, it has already been sent out, as that was necessary so that everyone would have sufficient notice of the ceremony."

"But how did you know that I was going to return to Caemlyn when I did?" Fred asked, trying not to let himself be distracted by Astra's remarkable hat. Did they really wear hats to the breakfast table in her land? It must be nearly as strange a place as Allaria now seemed to be.

"I know many things," Reaibn said enigmatically in reply to Fred's question. He turned to Astra, who by now had a plate piled high with buttered muffins in front of her. "You'll put on weight," he warned her.

"I must have lost at least seven pounds when I was the prisoner of the dragon. It won't hurt to put some of it back. But you were going to tell Fred about what he should say in his first royal proclamation."

Reaibn responded:

1. "So I was. Well, it would be natural for it to concern your forthcoming wedding." Astra gave him a dark look.
2. "So I was. I think that it should announce a royal pardon for all prisoners, and also a cake-making competition."
3. "I did try to warn you," Suddenly Astra found that her clothes seemed extremely tight.

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