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“So…. I fell asleep, waiting. I did not hear. Flavius sang me a song to make me sleep when I could not … he had first made me laugh, too.” Hwicca smiled. “He promised to bring me some of these flowers they have—roses, he calls them—”
“That is enough of Flavius!” snapped Eodan. May the wind run off with that Roman, he thought, the way he bewitches all women. I come back and the first thing I hear from my wife is how wonderful Flavius is.