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The Brethren

CHAPTER Eight: The Widow Masouda
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Do not be afraid.

I only heard the voice of John, not what he said." "I hope not," muttered Wulf, and this time he spoke very low indeed.
Then they undid their baggage, and having taken from it clean garments, washed themselves after their long journey with the water that had been placed ready for them in great jars.

This, indeed, they needed, for on that crowded dromon there was little chance of washing.

By the time they had clothed themselves afresh, putting on their shirts of mail beneath their tunics, the Nubian came and led them to another room, large and lighted with high-set lattices, where cushions were piled upon the floor round a rug that also was laid upon the floor.

Motioning them to be seated on the cushions, he went away, to return again presently, accompanied by Masouda bearing dishes upon brass platters.


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