She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. He stepped quickly towards her. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. . So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them.
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