Elsie’s POV I woke three hours later, to the smell of honey and smoke and a warm weight pressed against my side. For a moment, I did not remember where I was. Then the memory came back all at once, the pain and the blood and Luciana’s voice, and I jerked upright so fast that the room spun. “Easy,” said Luciana from the chair beside the bed. She looked as though she had been awake for a week. “You lost a great deal of blood. The head healer says you are to lie still for at least two days, and she says if you get out of that bed before then, she will tie you to it.” “Where are they?” “Here.” Luciana nodded toward the cradle by the fire. Two small bundles lay side by side in the warm wool. One was sleeping with his fists tucked beneath his chin. The other was awake, blinking up at the ceiling with a look of outraged dignity. I held out my arms, and Luciana laughed softly and brought them to me. They were so light. I had imagined them a hundred times over the past months, but nothi
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