He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked. ‘So yours is the rattling tongue, is it, young madam?’ ‘I should say so.
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