She chastised herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being weak. Obviously he is still interested. ‘But you will not be in a convent. Here was a thundering blow. ‘I trust you are cursing Valade, and not Melusine. “No!” she exclaimed. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright.
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