’ The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. How much Mary knew is a mystery. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. ’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain. Earles watched her anxiously. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. ’ ‘So that was it.
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