She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. “It was,” she admitted. "My worst fears are realized. The musician. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. She may be an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid.
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