The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. "Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised as that of Blueskin. She limited herself to eating once a fortnight, until she discovered that she could go without comfortably for a month. ’ ‘Not dead, miss.
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