Chapter 17-2
Finally the chest clasps freed and she slung open the lid to peer within. There did not seem to be anything of value as she rummaged inside, pulling out long cloths and holding them up to her body before hurling them around her as if she built herself a brightly coloured nest. Halfway into the trunk, her hand brushed something which was not cloth, and she grasped it and brought it out. It was a mask, with pinholes for eyes and a great drooping mouth with down-turned corners. Playfully, she put it to her face and looked around, imagining it was the only protection between herself and a vast Romani audience. Grania’s condition seemed bleak. Was there any way of saving her at all, or was it all too late and her spirit already long gone? Lovernios had stopped mentioning sending her to the Sis
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