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«Phos be praised!» Lysia said. «But you're right; it wasn't too bad.» As they were making their way out of the great arena behind the parasol-bearers, she asked, «What do you want to do now?» – their ceremonial duties for the day were over.
He slipped his arm around her waist. «I know it's a little early after Savellia was born, but it is Midwinter's Day. People will be too busy looking for their own good times even to think of bothering us,» Maniakes said hopefully.
«Maybe.» Lysia didn't sound as if she believed that, but her arm went around his waist, too. Together, they walked through the plaza of Palamas and the palace quarter, back toward the imperial residence.