Ever so slightly she recoiled from the dampness. Her scarlet clothes gleamed against the dark stones. Her eyes were glassy and she looked about herself sluggishly as we descended the screw stairs. Sparkling in the light of the torch like a bauble. It was the golden scissor she'd taken from the lady's table in the faubourg St. Sleepily, she drew something out of her pocket. Not as much strength as I possessed but strong enough. I concentrated all my will on the mare, telling her silently to back up, to pull loose from the bond holding her and come. She reached out to me and the scissors fell out of her hands. She looked down at it, scattering it silently with the tip of her boot, and then she looked up at me, and she was a young man now certainly, the short hair curling against her cheek. The figures on the other sarcophagi seemed merciless witnesses. It leapt out echoing too sharply under the arched ceiling. She appeared to be dreaming as she ran her hands over the stone. Her voice had a lovely frayed sound to it, a faint timbre of sadness. No, you mustn't ever worry on that account, she answered softly. She came clattering towards us over the stones, and we were on her immediately, Gabrielle leaping up first and I right behind her, gathering up what was left of the rein as I urged the horse to go into a dead run.īut we were lost in the black echo chamber of the Ile de la City. There was no time now to show her the upper chamber. When we reached the tower, I lighted the resin torch and took her down with me into the dungeon. I told her that she must see if she could lift the stone lid of the one she chose for herself. And slowly she pushed the stone lid out of place so she could look into the space within. And after a moment's reflection, she chose not the woman's sarcophagus but the one with the knight in armor carved on the top of it. Wait, I'm going to try to get her to come to me.
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