My lord grandfather regrets that he cannot feed nor house so large a host. This is folly. If I had any sense I'd give youto the silent sisters. Tell them.
The queen's men made him uneasy, it wastrue, but at least they had come. He said if I didn't pleasure him, he'd give metothem, so I did. At first he could see the dim outlineof each rung as he grasped it, and the rough grey texture of the stone behind,but as he climbed the black grew thicker. He led them up the strand over rocks slick with rotting seaweed.
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