It may be that she is.
'Tis a vile world, my child.
Child.
Nay, I am sure
The Lady Gycia is as white and pure
As are the angels. When my mother died
She did commend me to her, and she promised
To keep me always.
Ire.
But she sent me here.
It may be that she is.
'Tis a vile world, my child.
Child.
Nay, I am sure
The Lady Gycia is as white and pure
As are the angels. When my mother died
She did commend me to her, and she promised
To keep me always.
Ire.
But she sent me here.