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"
No
,
but
you
might
.
"
"
And
why
would
that
be
?
I
’
ve
had
lords
before
.
They
’
re
made
the
same
as
other
men
.
"
"
Have
you
ever
had
a
prince
?
"
he
asked
her
.
"
When
you
’
re
wrinkled
and
grey
and
your
teats
hang
past
your
belly
,
you
can
tell
your
children
’
s
children
that
once
you
loved
a
king
.
"
"
Oh
,
is
it
love
we
’
re
talking
now
?
And
here
I
thought
it
was
just
cocks
and
cunts
.
"
"
Is
it
love
you
fancy
?
"
He
’
d
decided
that
he
liked
this
wench
,
whoever
she
was
;
her
sharp
wit
was
a
welcome
respite
from
the
damp
gloom
of
Pyke
.
"
Shall
I
name
my
longship
after
you
,
and
play
you
the
high
harp
,
and
keep
you
in
a
tower
room
in
my
castle
with
only
jewels
to
wear
,
like
a
princess
in
a
song
?
"
"
You
ought
to
name
your
ship
after
me
,
"
she
said
,
ignoring
all
the
rest
.
"
It
was
me
who
built
her
.
"
"
Sigrin
built
her
.
My
lord
father
’
s
shipwright
.
"
"
I
’
m
Esgred
.
Ambrode
’
s
daughter
,
and
wife
to
Sigrin
.
"
He
had
not
known
that
Ambrode
had
a
daughter
,
or
Sigrin
a
wife
.
.
.
but
he
’
d
met
the
younger
shipwright
only
once
,
and
the
older
one
he
scarce
remembered
.
"
You
’
re
wasted
on
Sigrin
.
"
