He kissed her cheek. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. ‘No doubt accompanied by the latest crim con tales. “Very well,” he said. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. ‘But there is something still I do not understand. This also struck her as odd. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced.
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