Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. Ray did not pace, he just stood. “As my lady wills. Get pen and paper for the missie. There were two sisters, you know. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms.
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