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Malone stared at Her Majesty for what seemed like a long time. "Not thinking at all? " he said at last, weakly. "But I _am_ thinking. At least, I _think_ I am. " He suddenly felt as if he had gone Rene Descartes one better. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.
Her Majesty regarded Malone for an interminable, silent second. Then she turned to Lady Barbara. "My dear," she said, "I would like to speak to Sir Kenneth alone. We will go to my chambers."