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The dragon was the easy part: years of training taught her deftness and dexterity even in the midst of battle. The thorns were another matter. They caught at her clothes, tugged at her hair, refused to give way.
At last, the thicket released her. She stumbled into a stone-flagged courtyard. There was a stillness in the air, as if someone had taken a breath and hadn't let it out.
In the great hall, she found the princess, asleep among the dusty standards, and cobwebbed candelabra. A broken spinning wheel lay beside her. Mulan approached, but the princess did not stir.