The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood,
born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized
ease and grace. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk,
unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in
kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own
feet. "Not the sort of stories young ladies should read. Was the situation so
desperate that he could not pack his best things?
She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the
carriage they would travel in. He’ll
never ask because I’m not in with those people, you
know? Well, I guess John Diedermayer might have some
connection, but, I certainly don’t. "I told you
I was not unprotected.
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