’ ‘But what age are you? Do you not require an heir?’ Melusine asked, her tone shocked. She lifted her shoulders in an eloquent shrug. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. She felt terrible lying to him. I ought to be able to think things out. Melusine ran up the stairway after him, her point flailing to frighten him into allowing her access to the chapel.
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