Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. For Melusine was on him again, the point of her sword lunging so that he backed up onto the dais. When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin. Her shoulders began to ache. ’ There was satisfaction in Melusine’s voice. And lunged once more. ’ ‘What?’ Roding’s glare tried Gerald’s control severely, but he pursued his theme unheeding. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience.
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