Returning to the audience-chamber, Blueskin had the Jew brought before him. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. Maggot, laughing.
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