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house, her back straight and her head unbowed.
Once she was inside, she fled to her room, threw herself on the bed,
and wept in broken-hearted anguish.
She heard a light step near the doorway, and then the Lady Polgara was
there. "All right, Ce'Nedra," she said, "what's this all about?" She sat
down on the edge of the bed and put one hand on the shoulder of the
sobbing little princess.
"Oh, Lady Polgara," Ce'Nedra wailed, suddenly throwing herself into
Polgara's arms. "I - I've 1-lost him. He - he's in love with h-h-her."
"Who's that, dear?" Polgara asked her calmly.
"Garion. He's in love with that Adara, and he doesn't even know I'm
alive any m-m-more."
"You silly little goose," Polgara chided her gently.
"He does love her, doesn't he?" Ce'Nedra demanded. "Of course he does,
dear."
"I knew it," Ce'Nedra wailed, collapsing into a fresh storm of weeping.
"It's only natural for him to love her," Polgara continued. "She's his
cousin, after all."
"His cousin?" Ce'Nedra's tear-streaked face came up suddenly.
"The daughter of his mother's sister," Polgara explained. "You did know
that Garion's mother was an Algar, didn't you?"
Ce'Nedra shook her head mutely. "Is that what all this is about?"
Ce'Nedra nodded. Her weeping had suddenly stopped.
Lady Polgara took a handkerchief from her sleeve and offered it to the
tiny girl. "Blow your nose, dear," she instructed. "Don't sniff like that.
It's very unbecoming."
Ce'Nedra blew her nose.
"And so you've finally admitted it to yourself," Polgara observed. "I
was wondering how long it was going to take you."
"Admitted what?"
Polgara gave her a long, steady look, and Ce'Nedra flushed slowly,
lowering her eyes. "That's better," Polgara said. "You mustn't try to hide
things from me, Ce'Nedra. It doesn't do any good, you know, and it only
makes things more difficult for you."
Ce'Nedra's eyes had widened as the full impact of her tacit admission
struck her. "It's not possible," she gasped in absolute horror. "It can't
happen."
"As my father's so fond of saying, just about anything is possible,"
Polgara told her.
"What am I going to do?"
"First you ought to go wash your face," Polgara told her. "Some girls
can cry without making themselves ugly, but you don't have the right
coloring for it. You're an absolute fright. I'd advise you never to cry in
public if you can help it."
"That's not what I meant," Ce'Nedra said. "What am I going to do about
Garion?"
"I don't know that you really need to do anything, dear. Things will
straighten themselves out eventually."
"But I'm a princess, and he's - well, he's just Garion. This sort of
thing isn't permitted."