Chapter Four Two days later, it was quite another Melusine who confronted a young lad on a sunny morning, at variance with her bleak mood. His blood would be sweet with it. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. ‘Certainly I am not a nun.
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