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Cleopatra's Moon

commanded the doctor. I jumped at his sharp tone. “But he is so thirsty!” I cried. “Please,” Ptolly said, licking his cracked lips. “Just a little.” The iatros scowled. “I have just given him a tincture of feverfew, and I do not want it diluted before it takes effect.” “Just a little?” I repeated...