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"Lark?" Sandry rapped at the door, moonlight flooding the walkway. Soft footsteps were heard, and the woman came to the door.
"Sandry?" the dedicate asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "Briar?"
The girl nodded. "Lark, we need help." They stepped into Discipline softly, but even their stealthiest attempts woke Pasco.
"Whaa?" he mumbled, stumbling out of his room.
"Great, a party," Briar said sarcaustically, but his voice betrayed his feelings.
Lark sat at the table. "What is the matter?" she asked, her eyes worried.
Taking a deep breath, Sandry said, "Lark, as a dedicate, you can perform marriages, right?" The woman stared back at her former student. Pasco gaped, his dark eyes wide.
"Marriage?" he squeaked. Looking from Briar to Sandry to Briar again, he began to laugh. "Oh no."
"Shut up, Pascie," Sandry warned. Then she blushed a deep red. "Lark, really. We have to leave now, and it would be so much easier this way!"
"Leave?" Lark said, incredulous. Sighing, she continued. "You're right, i do have the power to perform marriages, and...i am bound by my obligation not to tell anyone if you wish." She looked at Sandry. "Is it a baby?" The girl nodded.
"Please, Lark?" Briar pleaded, beginning to sweat. "The duke's gonna find out soon, and we have to be gone!"
Lark, her eyes worried, nodded once before drawing the two into the living room. "All right, i'll do it." Gesturing to Pasco, he folled also. "Pasco, you're my witness."
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