What’s that?” They both stood listening. He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. But it’s as you say. Now then, missie—’ ‘Bon,’ said Melusine, interrupting him without ceremony, and paying no attention to the muskets that were pointing at her from two directions. You can trust me, Anna. I suppose you have come to see your granddaughter.
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