"Flynn-ThePromiseOfGod" - читать интересную книгу автора (Flynn Michael)

Agnes touched the mezuzah lightly to appease the household lares and closed the
door behind her. She curtsied quickly and awkwardly, then stood there, dressed
in a shapeless, butternut homespun gown that just brushed the tops of her
moccasins. The top button in the front of her gown was unfastened, so that Nealy
could see a soft bit of roundness on either side of the opening~ like twin
crescent moons.

"God's afternoon, Master Cornelius." A hint of color suffused her cheeks, so
perhaps she knew that her gown was unfastened; or that Nealy had noticed.

Has she come to seduce me? Nealy wondered. There were wivmen enough who wanted
his seed. That would explain why she wore no coverslut over her gown. He knew
Other Ways of pleasuring, Other Ways of bringing a wif to ecstasy, riding atop a
rolling sea of pure joy. Sometimes Greta allowed him to use those Ways on her.
She would arch her back in rapture while he spelled, and give soft, little cries
-- though afterward she would often grow dread-full and beg him never to do it
again, even if she asked. Though she always did, she always did. And Nealy had
no choice but to obey.

"I'll not mump with you," Agnes said. "I crave a boon."

Of course, she did. They all did. Why else would she have come. "And what boon
is that?" Politeness came easy. Politeness cost nothing.

"My house-bound, sir Master. He has the fleas some'at bad; and I was wondering,
I was, if you could use your dweomercraeft to relieve him." She stood, twisting
the front of her gown in her fist, flushed in the face and looking down.

"And you as well?" he asked with a half-smile. That which has touched an unclean
thing became itself unclean. See Leviticus. Yet, did she know how awe-full it
was what she asked of him?"You know the custom," he chided her. "You must
approach my rixler. Greta has gone but lately and. . . "

"I know." Agnes paused and took a deep breath. "I waited until she left. I
addressed her yestere'en, but she laughed at me and said that my wereman and I
should wash ourselves and our clothing with lye soap and a stiff wire brush."

Nealy laughed. "Aye, by Hermes, that would work!" He felt the hammer in his
veins, the sudden, momentary distancing of his vision, and knew that the
scrubbing would work, better than Greta had supposed; but before he could tell
Agnes of his incontinent spelling, she spoke.

"But you could make it so the fleas would never return, so that Lucius and I 'ud
be clean for good and aye."

Nealy paused with his mouth half-open and pondered the additional requirement.
Now, that did put a different cast on things. There were any number of
alternatives. He closed his eyes to better envision them. Yes, four or five
possibilities, some of them quite amusing. And it made Alice's request so much