“Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. “I think she would,” she decided. “It’s too bad. We always go out to dinner on holidays.
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