‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. Rituals instead of medicines. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. Nothing ensued. We shall see.
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