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His smile grew toothier; it was clear that such a notion pained him. A lady was never guilty, where he came from. Neither was a lady caught with her whiskers so near to someone who was not her husband, however.

"I think that I must," he said, his tone dubious only because he was astounded by how imperative this had suddenly become. He looked at Callyope as if she were the eighth wonder of the world, taking her in all over again. What strange alchemy she practiced! They were surely witches in this place, and White Elk was fascinated by them.

"Will I see you again?" he asked her. He must!