The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him. He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse.
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