Neither combatant could use his sword; and in strength the fugitive was evidently superior to his antagonist. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child.
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