Section 3/B

    She took a deep breath before she felt that she could speak. "Thank you," she told the man, "I'll just get my coat, if you don't mind."
    "Certainly," the driver told her. "I'll be outside waiting in the transport."
    Kestrel nodded and turned to pull her coat off of the hook, and more importantly, the small bag that was hanging under it. She slipped the letter inside. How effective today's lesson would be, she didn't know, but the letter couldn't change anything that had happened in the past. If she was to have any chance for the future, she had to take care of that first, and that meant that she couldn't keep Boron waiting.
    They drove in silence. Kestrel made one or two attempts to make conversation. The driver was polite, but not inclined to talk, so Kestrel gave up. However, she did let herself take glances sideways when she thought that he wouldn't notice. At first, she had assumed that he was just an ageless servant persona, but once she got past the driving coat and the hat, she realized that he wasn't much older than she was. He wasn't exactly handsome, not in the way Boron was, for example, but he looked like he had feelings and was keeping them in, not like most servants who looked like they didn't think or feel anything. She kept wondering what he was thinking about, but she didn't dare ask.
    When they arrived at the House, the driver pulled up on the gravel in front of the house. He stepped down, touched his hat and gave a small nod and then disappeared around the side of the house. Kestrel stared after him and then squirmed around in her seat to see how to get down without falling on her face or tearing her dress.
    The descent was ungraceful, but not a disaster, and since no one was watching, she decided that no harm was done. Once down, she straightened herself and looked up at the house.
    She had never been through the front door before. The housekeeper and the cook had been kind to her on her first visit, and so she naturally went to the back entrance. But here she was at the front door. The driver seemed to think that she would be going in that way, but maybe he wasn't the best person to rely on.

1) Well, what did it matter? The front door went into the House just like the back door. In fact, she really ought to get used to the front door if she would soon be using it as the upcoming Lady Domini.

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2) Kestrel shook her head. What was she doing? Now was not a good time to annoy Boron, and he was very particular about everything in its place. Besides, she didn't know where Boron was, and the best place to find someone to help her out was through the back door.

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