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jaenelle brightened . |
`` lots of things . |
we take walks , and he rides well , and he knows lots of stories , and he plays the piano with wilhelmina , and he reads to us , and he 's not like lots of grown-ups who think our games are silly . '' |
she picked up two ribbons and braided them through the wood . |
`` he 's like you in lots of ways . '' |
she tilted her head and studied his face . |
`` he looks like you in some ways . '' |
saetan 's blood roared in his ears . |
he lowered his hands and pressed one against his stomach . |
`` and what way is that , witch-child ? '' |
`` oh , the way your eyes get that funny look sometimes , like you 've got a tummy ache and you want to laugh but you know it would hurt . '' |
she looked at the hand , now curled into a fist , that was pressing into his stomach . |
`` is there something wrong with your tummy ? '' |
`` not yet . '' |
andulvar suddenly found the ceiling intensely interesting . |
prothvar and mephis just stared at her back . |
saetan ground his teeth . |
`` he 's really very nice , saetan , '' jaenelle said , puzzled by the strange emotional currents . |
`` one day when it was raining , he played cradle with wilhelmina and me for hours and hours . '' |
`` cradle ? '' |
he said in a strangled voice . |
jaenelle embedded the queen of hearts into the wood . |