’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. She’s taken my sword. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. You will not find it else. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full.
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