His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in
his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally,
upon the table. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go
into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the
rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly
lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing
babies. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria,
and, strangely enough, they had prospered. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. “Where have you been? All these hours I have
been calling for you. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause
to recover the use of his fingers. “I suppose things have changed?” she said.
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