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Six months later we went to London for Christmas. Mary was the happiest girl in the world. She was with her father and mother again. I was glad too I enjoyed everything we didn't have in Wales: beautiful dresses, music, games and feasts. On Christmas Day there was a carnival. I was dancing and laughing when suddenly I noticed a strange lady who was not wearing a mask. Her hair was as black as night, her eyes as dark as onyx and her skin as pale as snow. She was slim and wore a black and white dress with very long sleeves. She wasn't beautiful, but everybody was looking at her. A tall man came up to her and asked her to dance. His eyes were fixed on her, he didn't notice anything around him. That moment I recognized the man. It was the King! She put her hand into his and I saw that she had six fingers.