” “No,” she moaned, “not that. Daughters were not like sons. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. And if he won’t—” But she did not give even unspoken words to the alternative at that time. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. This, then, was the woman from whom Hoddy would not have accepted a cup of water. She wanted him, she needed sex, but the two ideas had not formed an equation where a concrete result could be deduced. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk.
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