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Kesley watched Miguel pace uneasily back and forth. The room he had blundered into was evidently one of the Ducal offices; a broad desk at the back was littered with a great many official-looking papers, and on one wall hung a glossy shield bearing Miguel's coat of arms.
Suddenly Miguel turned. "Where are you from? " he asked. His voice was deep, resonant, commanding.