The Poisoned Crown

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Морис Дрюон

Год написания книги

2019

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‘With a veil about her face, most certainly. And she can wear false plaits to hide her neck and ears.’

‘You can’t keep false hair on in bed,’ said Mahaut.

She finished up her bacon-and-pea stew in great spoonfuls and then, to cleanse her palate, drank a full goblet of red Poligny wine. Then she opened the horn box and looked at the grey powder it contained.

‘How much did this cost me?’

‘Seventy pounds.’

‘Damn it, these witches make one pay heavily for their art.’

‘They run a big risk.’

‘How many of the seventy pounds have you kept for yourself?’ said the Countess, looking her lady-in-waiting straight in the eye.

Beatrice did not turn her eyes away and, still smiling ironically, replied in her slow voice, ‘Hardly any, Madam. Merely enough to buy this scarlet dress which you had promised me but failed to give me.’

Countess Mahaut could not help laughing; the girl knew how to handle her.

‘You must be hungry, have some of this duck pâté,’ she said, helping herself to a huge slice.

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