A: Out Of Touch

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(Sandy is still walking home with DarlaOne and DarlaTwo)
Sandy: What I don't understand is why that bitch took a poke at me. Songween said no one would bother us if we were wearing her bracelets!
DarlaOne: My guess is that she either did not notice them, or was too drunk to care.

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DarlaOne: Either way, you should take this as a lesson: Not everyone is as afraid of the Duchess as the Duchess likes to believe. She figures that if you throw enough sausages at people, they'll love you, and if you make enough sausages out of people, they'll fear you. That's not exactly sound domestic policy. Songween cannot hear the grumbling in the streets from her mountaintop.

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B: Apres Moi, Le Deluge

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DarlaOne: Her Grace is old, and has been in power for many generations. She cannot live forever. It has made her enemies bold.
Sandy: The Lieutenant thinks there's a plot to overthrow her in the making—
DarlaOne: No one would dare overthrow Songween! Her successor, however...