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Lacey played at interest, and let the lord weave the rope with which he might be hanged. It was an easy enough task, for Lacey had long known how to play at caring.
Afterwards, she sought out Calla, departing from her own reconnaissance, and smiled to see her. Lacey looped their arms together, that they might become merely a pair of women enjoying the sun and each other’s company. They might well seem strange, but they wouldn’t be suspicious. If all went to plan, none would guess that Lord Varys had sent them. It had better all go to plan.