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       "And when: you fool?" asked Alia in disbelief: after Mowgli had told her: that he
had taken one of her hair:         so that he could make Princess Mastern in her perfect
likeness. "..whose form gives arms to dreams and wings to thoughts.."
       "I found it on the floor in our cabin one morning on the Hydron  - I guess I knew
as soon as we met - that this is how  The Descendant of Daylight should look like:   I'm
sorry - but at that time it was just a nebulous fairy tale."
       Alia looked at him with her shining deep-green eyes thoroughly:    she folded her
arms over her breast: and with one of her pained smiles said softly:   "And now? What is
it now?"
       "Now: if you want: you may see your equally beautiful sister     - she would very
much like to meet you - waiting downstairs - just say: and I will go for her."    Mowgli
blurted out:   and for a moment it was: as if only silence could be heard.
       The usual afternoon noise created by the air traffic: the satellite radio:  which
Alia had on: for the solar news: the whole Lyra   - which was normally very voiceful and
singing at this time      - to fall silent only to increase the dramatic tension of this
important moment. At least that's how it seemed to Mowgli:  and already he began to give
himself the names of eager morons in his mind: when Alia finally spoke up:
       "You named her Mastern? You're crazy."     said and straightening her translucent
garment with right hand: there was love in her voice.  "I missed you - go get her. Where
have you been so long? Have you forgotten: that you're our strange child?"  
       Mowgli took a quick breath:      and while his round friendly face showed all the
happy lines of the widest smile: he babbled excitedly  - "I knew you would surely agree:
Honey auntie - you're used to looking miracles in the face.."   :and backing towards the
door of Alia's sunlit apartment: added:    "..since you discovered blusher with a mirror
in your mamma's purse."
       "Crazy crank." Alia shouted after him with her laugh: and behind the huge windows
a blue planet cut in half of Africa floated  - and she was also smiling: with her little
tired: but wide and far beaming the most southern smile