Melusine laughed.
"He's quite tiresome enough for that."
"And she?"
"Monsieur Vignerte," said Melusine, smiling again. "You go from one extreme to the other, the depths of modesty to the heights of indiscretion. Don't you realize that, to say the least, your questions are not very flattering to me?"
She leaned forward, almost touching me. Her black hair brushed my cheek.
"I think you found me much better-looking this morning before seeing her, didn't you?" she whispered.
She took my arm with an imperious gesture.
"Well, you can look at her now."
With a clatter of swords and spurs the procession entered the Great Hall just as a thousand lights were turned on at once.
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