White wrapped around 'em like thickest fog or wind catching at the Trials cloth maze, and when it faded, it was night, and the three were standing in an alley in... Lyonnesse, Mildmay realized. And in the next fever-thick breath, he knew what it was Keeper wanted to show him.
"Don't look," he warned Corbie, praying without much hope to Kethe and anybody who'd listen that she keep her eyes closed and miss the whole thing.
"Don't be silly, Milly-Fox. She should know just who it is she's fucking. Think of poor, poor Ginerva. Things might have ended differently if you had ever bothered to explain. But no. You let her have her fun with a Britomart thief, and no idea the sort of danger she could be in simply from entangling with you."
She turned her steely gaze to Corbie. "I've always found it better to be fully informed, haven't you? And Mildmay does get these romantic notions sometimes."
Re: Corbie & Mildmay (and Kolkhis)
"Don't look," he warned Corbie, praying without much hope to Kethe and anybody who'd listen that she keep her eyes closed and miss the whole thing.
"Don't be silly, Milly-Fox. She should know just who it is she's fucking. Think of poor, poor Ginerva. Things might have ended differently if you had ever bothered to explain. But no. You let her have her fun with a Britomart thief, and no idea the sort of danger she could be in simply from entangling with you."
She turned her steely gaze to Corbie. "I've always found it better to be fully informed, haven't you? And Mildmay does get these romantic notions sometimes."