’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “I murder people, John. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. Doesn’t know where he is, thought the captain. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. For my blood you made it very hot indeed. Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane.
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