LIAB Epilogue 20:1
"Queen?" came the knock.
Jillian sat up on her cot and turned the oil lamp's knob to brighten the room. "No." She rubbed her eyes. Her hat message to King Slately had been sent successfully, but there'd been no answer. Nor had she received a Thinkagram from Don or Charlie since they'd taken up quarters here in captured Brookstone. Now the moon was high in the sky. "I'm almost insulted. Am I gonna have to call them for my chewing outs? ...Chewings out? Whatever. I don't think so."
Duncan nodded. "You need anything before I bunk down?"