Nicholas didn’t seem to notice. “Thank you, my lady,” she said, and bobbed a curtsy before leaving the room. Witch or no, the woman had brought him forward, therefore only she had the power to return him to his own time. He kissed each woman on the mouth, then leaped onto the seat, bounded over the table, and swooped Dougless into his arms.
“You amuse me. What wonderful beads and cloths he brought. Black curls brushed his collar. She was obviously quite a few years older than her husband, in her later thirties perhaps, and she bore the look of one who had worked extremely hard.
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