That, I think, is manifest. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. She watched, puzzled, as her cavalier frowned at the newcomer, glancing from him to Melusine and back again.
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