“Child! An Oracle is a woman who has had her womb poisoned out of her, a eunuch. ” She thanked him with a look and rose to her feet. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. I know all.
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