The girls had such freedom, a wonderful chance afforded to them to go out in the wide world before making babies, it was nothing like the world she had come of age in. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. It was good to kiss you, even at the price. “Odd!” she said. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. Love is one thing and friendship quite another. He heard the woman talking again. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. She seemed to grow more beautiful to him and not the opposite. A boy no older than she, Gianfrancesco’s cousin, whispered what he would like to do to her when she stole into the hallways near the women’s chambers to fix herself.
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