A jewel, locked into the woefullest cask / That ever did contain a thing of worth.
I did stand my watch upon the hill.
The woman was tall and rail-thin, bony across the shoulders and breast, with arms and legs of wire and gristle. A fighter, she wore the traditional haircut, shaved temples, roach of hair tugged back in a horsetail.
Three languages rapped, fumbled or rumblingly oozed all the while.
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