Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. ” She lied. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. Michelle ate fast, and Lucy followed her lead, shoveling mashed potatoes and salmon down her gullet in a passionless frenzy. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered.
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