Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

Lecter listened quietly, for this was the most coherent she had been thus far. He secretly wished she would expound upon this coven to him, these women who had obviously been far beneath his pet in skill, but she seemed happy enough rambling to her father, and so he allowed this with pleasure. Always the pupil, her bright mad eyes glinted upwards into his, and he nodded. "Always."

In the service of one so brash and shifting as Sos, a true follower must be ever-ready to be educated further in His wants, His demands. Clarice knew this, as did he himself. "Your knowledge of herbs, how far does it reach?" By which he meant to extend an invitation for the girl to list that which she knew about the surrounding foliage and its uses.

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