“Yes, but maybe later. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. On these were thrown all the horrible contents of Jonathan's museum, together with the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Melusine was loath to admit how much more lonely since Gerald chose not to visit her. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. “It is in your hands from now on, Shar. " And he raised it in his arms. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses.
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