“Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. He has got Blueskin with him. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants.
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