In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. She would write to Gerald. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat. Her heart in her mouth, hoping against hope, Melusine made her way back to where she had left the boy. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir.
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