. if you insist . . ' Oats found a length of rope and after some difficulties caused by Granny's determined belief that she was doing him some sort of favour got her strapped into a pillion.

First Baen printing October 2007 Distributed by Simon & Schuster 1230 Avenue of the Americas New York NY 10020 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data t/k *PROLOGUE* *January 1634* * /To me alone there came a thought of grief/ * * /Munich Bavaria/ * Duke Maximilian of Bavaria kneeled by the side of the bier.
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Flowers shrivelled and kissing were lost? Without the pulsing waters where were the marigolds and the songs of the brook? If my veins and my breasts with love embossed Withered my insolent soul would be gone like flowers that the hot wind took. So my soul like a passionate woman turns Filled with remorseful terror to the man she scorned and her love For myself in my own eyes' laughter burns Runs ecstatic over the pliant folds rippling down to my belly from the breast-lights above. Over my sunlit skin the warm clinging air Rich with the songs of seven larks singing at once goes kissing me glad. And the soul of the wind and my blood compare Their wandering happiness and the wind wasted in liberty drifts on and is sad. Oh but the water loves me and folds me Plays with me sways me lifts me and sinks me as though it were living blood Blood of a heaving woman who holds me Owning my supple body a rare.
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