The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. Brendon. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. Then he was surrounded by black-clad nuns, and Melusine felt an unknown hand grab away her own sword.
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