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"
Did
you
wear
that
color
deliberately
,
Meggie
?
"
"
Ashes
of
roses
?
"
She
smiled
.
"
It
's
always
been
my
favorite
color
.
It
does
n't
clash
with
my
hair
.
"
He
put
one
foot
on
her
backside
while
she
pulled
a
boot
off
,
then
changed
it
for
the
bare
foot
.
"
Were
you
so
sure
I
'd
come
to
you
,
Meggie
?
"
"
I
told
you
.
On
Drogheda
you
're
mine
.
Had
you
not
come
to
me
,
I
'd
have
gone
to
you
,
make
no
mistake
.
"
She
drew
his
shirt
over
his
head
,
and
for
a
moment
her
hand
rested
with
luxurious
sensitivity
on
his
bare
back
,
then
she
went
across
to
the
lamp
and
turned
it
out
,
while
he
draped
his
clothes
over
a
chair
back
.
He
could
hear
her
moving
about
,
shedding
her
wrapper
.
And
tomorrow
morning
I
'll
say
Mass.
.
But
that
's
tomorrow
morning
,
and
the
magic
has
long
gone
.
There
is
still
the
night
,
and
Meggie
.
I
have
wanted
her
.
She
,
too
,
is
a
sacrament
.
*
*
*
Dane
was
disappointed
.
"
I
thought
you
'd
wear
a
red
soutane
!
"
he
said
.
"
Sometimes
I
do
,
Dane
,
but
only
within
the
walls
of
the
palace
.
Outside
it
,
I
wear
a
black
soutane
with
a
red
sash
,
like
this
.
"
"
Do
you
really
have
a
palace
?
"
