It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. And you promised to tell me. Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. She was never announced as ‘Alcide,’ but directly she walked on she simply became ‘Alcide’ to every one.
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