Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. But she was disappointed. The men have never had so much work to do since they banded. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. He cocked an eyebrow. ‘Parbleu, the bullet is still inside you,’ Melusine guessed, remembering how the Mother Abbess had diagnosed Leonardo’s suffering when he had first come to the convent.
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