For Melusine was on him again, the point of her sword lunging so that he backed up onto the dais. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from.
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