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"What we have seen here today is a rare thing, my young friends," said the ghostly queen. "The Faerie world does not willingly mingle with our own. Against all odds we have been victorious and we have won their regard and their kinship. It is a dear thing, not given lightly. In the days to come, whenever darkness falls and Albion is threatened once more, you will be fortunate to have such allies."
William attempted to match Bodicea's serious expression. "Yes, I should say so."
Tamara arched an eyebrow, but then she turned to Bodicea and nodded. "If I were still the girl who ran across the fields behind Ludlow House and climbed trees to be nearer the stars, I would wish the day would never come when we should need our allies. But the struggle is eternal, isn't it, Bodicea?"
Her ghostly form shimmering there at the edge of the road, Bodicea nodded. "Light and darkness are in constant combat. Morning always follows night, and then gives way to evening."
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