‘Mistrust – it’s a lot of foolery, dangerous foolery and I’ll not have my wife mixed up in it.’
With that he slammed his fist down on her desk.
‘Then you should have taken a different wife,’ she glared back at him. ‘I can’t choose to keep apart from that world, it’s part of me. Whether I like it or not. And I don’t always enjoy these powers I seem to have been born with – I can’t shake them off or suppress them. They will have their way.’
He hated hearing this. Hated the way it took her away from him into a world from which he recoiled.
There was nowhere to put the topee down in here.
‘Could you not stop cultivating them? I’m sure it does you no good. Undermines your health, which is a thing none of us can afford out here.’
Sweat was trickling down inside his collar.
‘Oh Jack, just
