“Honor!” The welcome in Lady White Haven’s voice cut clearly through the unnatural stillness, although she certainly hadn’t raised it. Then again, she’d learned the actor’s tricks for voice projection more than half a century ago. “It’s wonderful to see you again!”

“Hello, Emily,” Harrington returned the greeting as she and the countess shook hands, then nodded to Earl White Haven. “Hamish,” she said, and smiled at the ’cat on his shoulder. “And hello to you, too, Sam!”

“Good evening, Honor,” the earl replied, then bowed and kissed the Queen’s hand as Elizabeth retraced her steps to greet the newcomers.

“Your Majesty.” Conversation had resumed throughout the Hall, but his deep voice carried almost as well as his wife’s had.

“My Lord,” the Queen replied, then smiled with obvious delight at Lady White Haven. “I’m so glad you decided to come after all, Emily,” she said, just loudly enough for those standing close to them to overhear. “We don’t see enough of you here in Landing.”

“That’s because I find Landing a bit on the fatiguing side, I’m afraid, Your Majesty,” Emily Alexander said. For all the fairness of her own coloring, there was a similarity—more sensed than seen, yet unmistakable—between her face and the Queen’s. Not surprisingly, perhaps, since they were distant cousins. Nor was Elizabeth Emily’s only family connection at tonight’s gathering, and she cocked her head with another smile of welcome as the Duke of Manticore joined them.

“Hello, Teddy,” she greeted him.

“Happy birthday, Aunt Emily,” he responded, and bent to kiss her on the cheek. “Wasn’t it kind of Her Majesty to arrange things so I didn’t have to throw a birthday gala for you?” he teased with a twinkle, and she snorted.

“You may have gotten off lightly where parties are concerned,” she told him, “but I expect you to make it up when it comes to the gifts!”

“Oh, well. I suppose I can always sell off part of my portfolio to raise the funds,” he sighed, and then reached out to shake the earl’s hand. “Good to see you, too, Hamish,” he said cheerfully. “And I’ve been looking forward to meeting your new friend,” he added, with a small, formal bow all for Samantha.

The ’cat returned the greeting with a regal nod of her own, and he chuckled delightedly.

“I understand you’ve been learning to sign, Teddy?” Emily inquired, and snorted as he nodded. “Well, in that case, if you behave yourself properly—and bribe her with sufficient celery, of course—you can probably get Sam to help you practice over supper.”

“Yes, Auntie,” he promised obediently, and she snorted again, then reached up to pat him on the forearm before she returned her attention to the duchess and the Queen.

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It was all about timing, Honor thought as the guests filed into the banquet annex to Queen Caitrin’s Hall. It was remotely possible that there was someone here tonight who was naive enough to believe Hamish and Emily had just happened to arrive immediately behind her, or that Elizabeth and Emily’s nephew had just happened to join the three of them—well, five, with Nimitz and Samantha—where every single guest could see them. It was even possible that that same naive someone might think it was pure coincidence that her own title took precedence over every other guest present except the Duke of Manticore. That “coincidence” just happened to seat Honor to the Queen’s left and the duke to the Queen’s right… and the fact that the entire function was officially in honor of Emily’s birthday and that Emily was “family” had given Elizabeth the perfect excuse for seating her and her husband at the same table, despite the fact that Hamish was “only” an earl. Which just happened to put Honor and Emily right next to one another where every single guest could see how naturally and cheerfully they spoke with one another.