She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. Gerald seized Melusine by the hand and drew her towards the stairs, throwing a command at Kimble as he did so. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. The rest of his attire was nondescript. Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. She has power over men’s fates in more ways than one. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven.
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