"Was it a woman again? Some ruddy-faced twat who wished you out of some long-forgotten well to keep her warm at night? Silly. They have space-heaters now, you know. "
The weight becomes a strangling as ice-water runs through your veins. Your heart threatens to explode and send stabs of fire across your back and down your arms.
You fall forward, nearly bashing your head against the boulder where the first mortal compact was signed...
At once, the dandy is at your side, one hand on your shoulder, the other on your arm. He smells of fresh jasmine and poppies, and the image of a large glade teeming with the red flowers in high summer pops into your mind The Summer Country?
"Oh, Lady." Danderel said. "You really don't remember a thing, do you?"
But you knew his name. He was important, somehow...
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