Ursula K. Le Guin -Lavinia
They were solid, real, and needy. They were too young to imagine anything. Looking after them was a comfort to me for which of course I was overpraised and flattered–look how kind the king’s daughter is to the slave’s child. Look how kind the slave’s child is to the king’s daughter, I thought, as a sweet, languid little girl smiled up at me, falling asleep in my arms. (111)
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