Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. " "How?" "Listen to me, Thames. ” She appraised him. She was the High Priestess. \"I could eat now.
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