Warning: This chapter contains adult themes and situations … reader discretion is advised.

XIX

Gaston smoothed his hand down the front of his tunic, taking a moment to adjust the navy sash at his waist. He'd discarded most of his weapons, leaving only the daggers in his boot and on his belt. He didn't want to scare the girl. One just did not go a courting dressed for battle. Even if he did feel a bit naked without his sword. His steps almost faltered as he entered the kitchen. The room was still busy, the maids scurrying hither and yon as they cleaned up after the evening meal and made preparations for breakfast in the morning.

His dark eyes sought out the girl who had stolen his heart with a mere glance from her hazel orbs. It wasn't just her beauty which captivated him so. No, it ran much deeper. He now understood Belle's fascination with her spinner when she'd first met him. He could understand the drive she felt, the need which motivated her to accept Milah's wager. It was imperative that he know her.

Granny caught his eye as he stepped over to the central work table, her own gaze narrowing upon him. "Is there something I might help you with, Sir Gaston? I thought you would have retired for the evening to the gaming hall with the rest of your knights."

Gaston smiled ruefully as he thought of Merrick and Gawain and the others. There would be no end of ribbing should they know he'd blown off an evening of cards and billiards to chase after a kitchen maid. "Actually, I was wondering … if I were to ask your granddaughter to accompany me for a stroll in the garden … if she were amenable, that is … would you serve as our chaperone?" he stuttered out nervously.

Her brows disappeared near her hairline in surprise before drawing together ominously. She set her rolling pin down, abandoning the bread she was working. "I hope, for your sake, you're not planning on pursuing her as one of your conquests. I won't stand for it, and neither will my Ruby."

He held up his hands in a gesture of silent truce. "I assure you my intentions are purely honorable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to chaperone us," he was quick to explain himself before she had a chance to take her rolling pin to his head. "I simply want to speak with her."

She regarded him steadily as he fought not to fidget. He was well aware any hopes he had of pursuing the girl rested with the approval of her grandmother. "I don't see the harm in you speaking with her … if she is amenable," she warned, throwing his own words back at him. She arched a silver brow at him as he continued to stand there. "Well, go on then … ask her."

Gaston snapped to attention, unable to believe his luck. He was certain Mrs. Lucas wouldn't have wanted him anywhere near her granddaughter. His heart fluttered as he turned to look at the object of his infatuation at the end of the long table where she was blending spices and sugar to make glaze for the morning's batch of sticky buns Belle had requested. A rosy blush tinted her high cheekbones, making him think he wasn't the only one stealing surreptitious glances at the other. He looked to Granny once more, taking her nod as a sign of encouragement, before moving off to the other end of the table.

Ruby's eyes slowly lifted to meet his own, mild curiosity in their hazel depths. "Is there something I can help you with, Sir?" she asked, the melodious tones of her sweet voice washing over him like a soft caress.

A winning smile formed on his generous lips as he bowed to her, causing her to raise her brows in surprised suspicion. "I was … um," he tugged at the cravat about his throat. It made him wish Belle wouldn't require them to wear one of the infernal things to dinner. It was nigh choking him to death as he strove to force the words past his dry throat. "I was wondering if perhaps you might like to take a stroll with me out in the rose garden. It's such a lovely evening and the sea breeze is quite warm." Gods! He sounded like a bloody idiot! It took all his self-control not to smack his face with the flat of his palm.

Ruby looked over at her grandmother, who shrugged, leaving the decision entirely up to her. She smiled softly, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes as heat spread over her cheeks. "Why would you want to walk with me, sir knight? I'm not one of your fancy ladies."

"I know," he murmured, his fascination with her reflected in his deep ocher eyes. "You're more. Er … what I mean is. I haven't been interested – truly interested – in someone in a long time, and I'd really just like to walk with you, to get to know you just a little."

Ruby wiped her hands clean on a dish cloth and gave him her full attention, studying him closely as she searched for any sign of dishonesty in his chiseled features. "I still have quite a bit of work to do."

Gaston smiled and began removing his jacket. She hadn't given him a flat out no, now had she? "Then I'll be glad to help you finish so we can have our evening stroll."

Her eyes widened as he picked up a damp cloth and began to wipe up the long work table. She followed after him, quickly removing discarded bowls and utensils to carry over to the wash basin in the corner where another of the maids was washing dishes. "Wait … sir knight –"

"Gaston," he reminded her.

She blushed to the roots of her lustrous brown locks. "Gaston … you don't have to do this. There are enough of us here –"

"Then you've no reason not to come with me?"

"Um …"

"Sweet Ruby, I assure you there is nothing to fear from me," he said, clasping his hands behind his back to remove the temptation of reaching for her hand. He didn't want to give her any reason to reject him out of hand. "I've even asked your grandmother to accompany us so you don't have to fear being alone with me."

Was there to be no end to the surprises he'd toss her way this evening, she wondered. "You procured a chaperone for us? Why … I mean," she stammered, her gaze softening exponentially as she stared up into his sincere brown eyes. "No one's ever bothered before."

"I don't mean to be crass, but I'm not out for a quick tumble. I find I rather want to get to know you, Miss Ruby. If you'll allow it?"

Granny brought a light shawl over to her granddaughter as Ruby reached for Gaston's jacket and held it out for him. Once he'd been set to rights, he offered her his arm, gooseflesh erupting on his skin as she slid her small hand into the crook of his elbow. Mrs. Lucas followed at a discreet pace as he led her out of the kitchens and onto the path which led to the vast rose gardens in the rear of the castle.

The moon was high in the sky, full and brilliant, its beams lighting their way. Torches were lit along the path as well to lend their light. A soft breeze wafted in from the sea, lifting the ends of her long brown hair. He knew the path to the left would lead them to the arbor and the one to the right would lead them to the pavilion on the beach, but he felt it would be prudent to remain in the garden.

"I was sorry to hear of your loss, but I cannot say I'm sorry to have found you here at Dunsmore," he said softly. "I am rather intrigued by you, Miss Ruby."

Her chin tilted obstinately. "Intrigued by just another pretty face?" she sneered, dropping her hand from his arm and folding her arms together over her chest. "That's all men ever seem to see."

Gaston led her over to a bench and urged her to sit next to him. "It may be what drew me to you, but I believe there is more. There is a warmth which radiates from you. I knew I had to know you from the moment I first saw you. Please don't think me forward … I just … I've never felt this way before."

Ruby glanced down the path where her grandmother had stopped several yards away to admire a hybrid rose. She arched a brow at the knight, feeling her heart stutter and warmth pool in her belly. "What is it you wish to know, sir knight?" she asked, a teasing smile upon her lips.

Gaston chuckled. "Well, for one … why do you call me 'sir knight'? My name is Gaston or Gaz as my close friends like to call me."

She fit her hand into his warm palm and gave it a light squeeze as she tentatively bit her lip. "I like that … your name. It suits you well. I don't know if I should take the liberty, though. We've just met."

"And yet I feel as if I've been waiting forever for you to come into my life," he murmured, unable to take his eyes off her.

Ruby pressed her free hand to her throat, feeling as if her heart were trying to claw its way out and lay itself down at his feet. What was wrong with her? She'd never had such a strong reaction to a man before, and yet here she was, ready to crawl onto his lap and let him kiss her senseless. But there was nothing she could read in his eyes except heartfelt sincerity. Her mother had often told her stories of true love and finding that one person who could reach out and touch her very soul, but they were just stories for young minds, weren't they? They couldn't be real.

"Won't you allow me the chance to know you, sweet Ruby?" he purred, bringing her hand to his lips to press a light kiss to her knuckles.

"W-What would you like to know?"

The knight beamed at her before his brow crinkled into a frown. "Um … everything?" Now that he'd gained her acquiescence, he was at a loss as to how to proceed.

She laughed lightly, clearly amused. "Where shall we begin, then?"

"Do you like to swim?" he asked as the tangy smell of the sea carried in on the breeze.

"I do, actually … "

After an hour of steady questions, he knew her favorite color, what foods she enjoyed most, and what activities she loved to partake of in her spare time. The more she spoke, the more fascinated he became. Conversation with her was so easy and comfortable, and when it was time to return to the castle proper to bid her goodnight, he found he didn't want to let her go.

He held her hand in both of his as they stood at the foot of the grand staircase leading to the second floor. "I will be escorting Mr. Madsen and Rumpelstiltskin on a tour of his new holdings tomorrow. Perhaps when I return you might find an hour or two for a walk along the beach … or a picnic in the orchard? Properly chaperoned of course," he added when he saw Granny lift an imperious brow in his direction.

"I would like that very much … Gaston," she breathed, her eyes alight with excitement.

He felt it, too, his mouth stretching into a wide grin. He bowed low over her hand and brushed a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Then I bid you goodnight, my sweet Ruby."

Granny stepped to her side, relieved she'd finally be able to seek out her own bed. Her husband had retired hours ago, and was either dead to the world or wondering where she was. Ruby turned to garner one last look at the knight as her grandmother led her away, her hand raising to impart a tiny wave before she disappeared down the corridor.

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"Will there be anything else you require this evening, m'lord?" the young servant boy asked as he set the tea tray down on a low table in the sitting area before the cold hearth.

Rumpelstiltskin tied the sash of his brocade dressing robe over his soft cotton sleeping pants. He still couldn't bring himself to sleep in the silk pajamas his Belle had added to his wardrobe. They tended to twist uncomfortably about his legs and wake him in the middle of the night. He wondered if he'd ever get used to some things inherent to his new role. He stepped out from behind his dressing screen, leaving the other servants to their task of emptying the tub. "No, Micah, thank you. You may retire for the evening if that is your wish," he said to the boy who'd brought the tea tray.

Baelfire slipped through the door, his bear in one arm as he rubbed his eyes with fingers of the other. "Papa," he said through a huge yawn, dragging tired feet over to his father.

Rumpelstiltskin lifted his son in his arms and hugged him close, the boy's head coming to rest on his shoulder. "Bae, what are you still doing up? You're going to be too tired to go riding with Thorrin in the morning."

"I miss my bunnies," he murmured, wrapping his free arm around his father's neck, his little fingers twisting in the spinner's hair.

He chuckled softly as he rubbed soothing circles over Baelfire's back. "Are you sure that's what's bothering you, son? Or is it that you aren't yet comfortable in your new room?"

Bae shrugged one little shoulder and snuggled deeper into his father's embrace. "There's no door between my room and yours," he whined in a small voice.

"Thorrin is with you to watch over you, dearie."

"I know … but it's not the same. And when he reads to me, he doesn't do the voices like you and Mama do."

Rumpelstiltskin shifted Bae in his arms and reached for his cane, carrying the boy back to his own room. "Tomorrow, I promise to tell you a special story. We'll go down to the library and let you choose a book."

"My room smells funny," Bae yawned.

His father chuckled. "In just a few weeks, we'll be moving here permanently. You know that," he said, dropping a kiss to Bae's unruly curls. "You'll have all your toys and books moved into your room and your bunnies out on the terrace." He waved Thorrin off as the young knight came forward to take Baelfire off his hands. He laid his son on the bed and pulled the duvet up to his little chin, his fingers brushing the hair away from his brow. "There will be horses to ride, and swimming on the sea shore …" He smiled as Bae hugged his bear close. "There are endless things for you to do here, son. It will just take time to adjust … just as you did in Avonlea."

Bae's eyes were already beginning to close, lulled by the deep soothing tone of his papa's voice. "You won't leave me, will you, Papa?" he murmured sleepily. "Or Mama?"

The spinner's lips parted in surprise before he gnashed his teeth with suppressed anger. He forced a smile for his son. "Of course not, Bae. Your mama and I love you more than anything, do you hear? Nothing will take us away from you … I promise," he vowed.

"I love you, Papa."

"And I love you, Bae."

The boy rolled over onto his side, his arms wrapped tightly about his stuffed bear as his eyes closed, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Rumpelstiltskin remained by his side until he was sure his son was asleep. He kissed his brow once more before levering himself to his feet. Thorrin looked up at him expectantly, setting aside the book he was studying on warfare in the far east.

"Let me know immediately if he wakes in the night," the spinner instructed.

"Of course, Rum. I'll watch over the lad."

Rumpelstiltskin bid him goodnight, and made his way out into the corridor. He leaned heavily against the wall for a moment, fighting the urge to smash something with his cane. Milah had scarred their child. No matter how brave Baelfire tried to be, he still had a deep-seated fear of losing his parents. "Damn that witch!" he raged, slamming his bedchamber door behind him.

Belle started, pausing in the connecting door between their rooms. She turned back to her own room. "Thank you, Olivia, that will be all," she said quietly to her maid.

"But, mistress –"

"You are free to retire, dear," the princess said in a gentle yet commanding tone which brooked no objection.

The maid curtsied and left her mistress alone. Belle closed the door and locked it behind her before making her way over to the sitting area where her betrothed paced angrily before the cold hearth. She poured tea into two cups and prepared them, eyeing him warily. She didn't speak, giving him the time he needed to calm down. Finally, he took the cup and drank deeply.

"What has happened, Rum? It's been quite a while since you've been so upset," she murmured softly.

"Bae … he's still fearful of losing us, Belle," he told her, his voice an agonized whisper. "Because of what Milah did."

"She was his mother, Rumpel. It had to have traumatized him to see her sell him."

He set his teacup down on the table, his hands fisting at his sides as he rose to move to the spinning wheel. "Gods can only imagine what she might have done if he would have remained with her. Would she have let the success of ridding herself of her husband bleed over onto our son? Would she have wagered him and lost him as she did me?"

Rumpelstiltskin sat heavily on the padded stool and dropped his head into his hands, his fingers pulling at his hair. Belle went to him, sitting down on his left knee as she wrapped her arms about him, bringing his head to rest against her shoulder. "Stop torturing yourself with thoughts of what could have happened. He's here … he's safe with us. Nothing is ever going to take him from us," she breathed gently against the shell of his ear.

"She might come back one day, and then –"

"That woman hasn't a leg to stand on, Rum. I have the contract she signed, and we have my father – the king – who will stand at our side should she try anything." She carded her fingers through his soft hair and felt him relax. "And you are now a noble in your own right. You offer him your own protection. Don't fret, my love."

"We can't lose him, Belle."

"We won't."

Rumpelstiltskin moved her off his lap and helped her settle onto the stool between his spread legs, wrapping his arms about her waist and pulling her back to rest against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, her sweet floral scent enveloping him in her warmth and love. She grounded him, chasing away his fears and making everything right with his world. "I love you, my Belle."

Her hand snaked up and around his nape, her fingers tugging gently at the ends of his hair. "I love you, too, Rumpelstiltskin. Always."

Some of the tension left him, the longer he held her, but he knew it wouldn't completely dissipate. He pressed his lips to the ivory column of her throat, leaving a trail of heat along her smooth skin. He could feel the shift of muscle in her delicate jaw as she smiled. "I thought you were going to teach me how to spin."

"Aye … if it is still your wish," he said, his low voice gravelly and warm. At her nod, he reached for the basket of roving which had been provided. He tried to focus on his task as he showed her how to feed it onto the base of the spindle.

"Like this?" she asked, tying it off. She fought back a hum of pleasure as his hands cradled hers, his body pressing tightly against her back as he guided her. It was becoming hard to concentrate and she didn't want him to think she wasn't taking him seriously. Wait … how had the fibers spiraled up to the tip of the spindle?

His lips brushed against her ear, his words a gentle caress. "Are you alright, Belle?" he asked, pausing in his instruction.

"F-Fine," she stammered, giving herself a mental shake. "Why?"

"Your grip is too loose. Take a handful of the roving in your left hand and hold it firmly." She nodded, gripping it tightly. "Not too tight, love. Just firmly enough to provide the right tension." The fingers of his right hand trailed from her shoulder to her wrist, gooseflesh erupting in their path before his hand closed over hers and guided it to the great wheel. His other hand helped her adjust the angle and tension where she held the wool fibers.

She relaxed back into his embrace, her eyes drooping as desire pooled low in her belly. It wasn't easy to ignore the fire he ignited within her whether it was intentional or not. His thumb ghosted over hers and she eased her grip, earning his praise. "How fast do I turn the wheel?" she asked breathily.

"Slowly, dearest. It's imperative to go slowly. Sync the turn of the wheel with your left hand. Let it flow smoothly through your fingers …"

The thread knotted as his nose brushed lightly at the curve of her neck. He chuckled. "It's not funny. I'm terrible at this," she groaned.

"No, you're not … you're learning. It takes time," he explained as his arms wound around her to repair her mistake. "Try again. A bit slower this time. Concentrate."

He removed his hands from hers, letting her try on her own. Her first attempt was a mess, filled with thick spots interspersed with spots too thin. He helped her affix the next batch of roving to the spindle and settled his hands over her belly, whispering instruction softly into her ear. As he watched, he allowed his mind to wander as it would if he were spinning himself.

Belle sucked in a sharp breath, her hands stilling in her motions as his fingertips traveled delicately over her ribs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive undersides of her breasts. "Rum …"

His lips closed over a patch of skin just beneath her right ear, sucking gently. She gasped as he worried the spot with his teeth, pressing back against him as her hands gripped tightly to the firm muscles of his thighs. "I need you, Belle," he said, barely a whisper of breath passing his lips. "I need you … so much."

She whimpered weakly, tilting her head to the side to give him better access to her throat. "I'm here, love … I'm here," she tried to reassure him.

Rumpelstiltskin curled his hand around her neck, his thumb brushing over her jaw and the pulse rapidly beating there as he pressed his brow to hers. "You don't realize just how much you mean to me, Belle. You saved me … me and Bae." His nose nuzzled against hers in a tender caress as he fought to make the words pass his numb lips. "You showed me what it is to have someone love me … really love me. I never had that before. S-Sometimes I don't want to go to sleep at night. I'm afraid it's all a dream and I'll wake up … and you'll be gone." A single tear slid over his cheek, dropping to mingle with one of her own. "I don't think I could bear it. I'm being ridiculous, aren't I?"

Belle smiled sadly as she slipped from his embrace and stood before him. Very slowly she untied the sash of her dressing robe and pushed it off over her shoulders to pool at her feet. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his dark eyes traveled over her silk clad curves. She cradled his face in her hands as his eyes slipped closed, his breathing heavy. "Look at me, Rumpel," she whispered.

He shook his head as much as possible with the way she was holding him. "I've ruined another evening for us, haven't I?" he choked out over the lump of emotion in his throat. "I'm sorry, dear heart."

"Of course not," she protested, but still he wouldn't raise his gaze to meet hers. "I enjoyed my little lesson – perhaps a little too much – and we can continue tomorrow if you wish." Just now he needed her comfort, her love, and she was determined to see to his needs. She released her tender grasp on his unshaven cheeks to grab hold of his shoulders, steadying herself as she hiked up her nightdress and straddled his thighs.

He couldn't help but bring his startled gaze up to meet hers, her face mere inches from his as she settled herself comfortably on his lap. "Belle, I –"

Her petal soft lips cut off his protests as she plundered his mouth. He moaned as her tongue flicked over the roof of his mouth before circling around his own. She left him breathless and panting, putty in her capable hands as his arms crushed her to his chest. She pulled away, drawing in a lungful of much needed air, carding her fingers through the graying hair at his temples. "Thank you," she breathed, her warm breath fanning against his lips.

"W-What? Why are you thanking m-me?" he asked, dumbfounded and slightly dazed.

She dropped another kiss to his lips as she pressed closer, enjoying the heat radiating from his body. "Because, my love … you shared your fears with me instead of hiding them as you've done before. You're growing. You're no longer under her influence and it shows, Rum."

He met her gaze trustingly, focusing on her words. She was proud of him … him, a poor spinner. That was all he really was, all she truly wanted. He would play the role he'd been thrust into, but she would always know who he was beneath the mask, and want him just the way he was. "Yours, Belle. I am yours," he gasped as her hands trailed over his chest and lower.

"Mine," she murmured possessively. "My Rumpel." Her deft fingers made quick work of the tie at his waist and her hands slipped inside to caress the flat plane of his stomach, his muscles leaping reflexively beneath her fingertips. She watched him from beneath her lashes as her nails trailed up his ribs and over his chest as it rapidly rose and fell with each panting breath. She could feel the heat of his touch settle over her hips, drawing her closer. Her lips captured his in a gentle kiss as her hands came to rest on his shoulders beneath his robe, ready to push it off his arms. "Do you want me to stop?"

Belle was nearly as breathless as he was as his gaze bored into hers. When he didn't answer, she ground her hips down, the heat of her core coming into direct contact with his turgid arousal, searing him through his cotton trousers. Rumpelstiltskin tossed his head back, moaning deep in his throat as pleasure coursed through his body. "No! No … please, Belle … don't stop. Don't leave me," he said thickly.

She pushed his robe off his shoulders, her hands free to explore his chest. It felt so good to touch him, to know he was hers, now and always. She took advantage of his position, her lips mapping a path of fire over his collarbone and up the delicious column of his throat. Her teeth nipped lightly at his ear as she whispered hotly, "I'll never leave you, Rum. I love you …"

Belle wrapped her arms about his neck, holding tightly to him as she rocked her hips against him. He hissed sharply through his teeth as his body surged to life, his arm coiling about her waist as his free hand ghosted along her side until he could cup her breast in his warm palm. His touch sent heat spiraling through her, skin tingling with sensations only he could invoke in her. Her core throbbed and her belly tightened, and she couldn't keep still. She needed to move. She needed to feel his desire for her against the most intimate part of her body. She needed to take the same pleasure she knew she was giving to him.

Belle threw her head back with a keening cry as he pulled the strap of her gown low on her shoulder and took her into his mouth, his hot wet tongue rasping over her nipple. Her gown pooled at her waist as she pulled her arms free, returning them to his shoulders, clinging desperately to him as he sought to devour her. She rocked harder against him, his cloth covered cock bumping her clit in just the right way. Her fingers twisted in his hair, almost to the point of pain as he sucked greedily at her.

He grunted softly as she dragged his mouth back to hers, swallowing down her breathy little moans and sighs as she edged closer to her climax. He thrust against her, feeling his own pleasure building. "That's it, love. Take what you want. Find your pleasure."

She whimpered helplessly as she increased her pace, but still she couldn't drive herself over the edge. Too much heat, too much need, and yet … "Rum … I can't! Need more… please," she cried, pleading in the cerulean depths of her eyes.

His hot tongue returned to her breasts, drawing on her once more as his hand found its way between them, his fingers dipping into her sodden folds to tease her. She ground down on his digits as they found her entrance, her inner walls fluttering around him. His teeth grazed her nipple, pulling on it gently as he watched her mouth form a little 'o' of surprise. He was so close, his control a long-forgotten memory, and he didn't want to come without her. "Now, Belle," he commanded gently, feeling his balls draw up close to his body. "Please, love."

His fingers hit just the right spot as his thumb pressed down directly onto her clit, and she was lost. Lost in a sea of swirling colors which threatened to carry her away on a wave of indescribable pleasure. He shuddered beneath her, wrapping her tightly in his embrace as he fought to remain upright. He was seconds away from toppling off that blasted stool and he'd be damned before he allowed her to be hurt. He fought to regain his breath as he eased her through her climax, thankful for the presence of mind to see to her needs before his own. Nothing was more precious to him in that moment … any moment … than his princess, his beloved.

Belle hummed, pressing a light kiss to his throat, her arms still wound tightly about his neck. "L-Love y-you, Rumpel."

"I love you, too, dear heart," he panted, stroking over her back to soothe her.

She raised her head to press her brow to his, nuzzling against his nose. "Y'know as much as I enjoy these little interludes, I really can't wait for us to be married." She sipped at his lips, reveling in the feel of his pressed so delightfully to hers. "I want so badly to feel you inside me."

Rumpelstiltskin groaned, his cock twitching in anticipation. "I want that too, sweetheart … more than you know." She pulled the straps of her gown back to their place on her shoulders, and leaned heavily against his shoulder, already losing the battle against her fatigue. He held her tightly as he struggled to his feet and made his way towards the bed, despite her protests that he'd hurt his ankle. He laid her down gently on the cool burgundy sheets and pulled the duvet over her as he disappeared behind the screen to clean up and change into a fresh pair of pants.

She was asleep when he returned to her side, spooning his body against her back and dropping a kiss to her nape. "I love you, my princess," he whispered, soon slipping into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it :D I'm really enjoying the rose red ship … a lot. Next chapter Rum meets Mr. Madsen, Bae makes a new friend, and a lovely picnic in the orchard. The wedding is only one more short chapter away. Are you ready for it? Thank you all so much for reading and taking this journey with me.

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