Only when some of it soaked through his sleeve was he aware of the heat. Glancing down at the two girls sprawled at his feet, he saw that one was a midwife’s apprentice. He knew her by her starched white apron and striped dress and the ghastly striped hose. He remembered that once the twin princesses Sun and Moon had remarked about a passing midwife that if a baby wasn’t ready to come out on its own, all the midwife had to do was a shake a leg at it and the “horrible hose,” as they called them, would frighten the baby into dropping down. Unaccountably, the midwife’s apprentice was glaring up at him. Glaring, though he was the injured party here, and she being a servant, of no importance at all. He drew his hand back to strike her because that was what was expected of him, and then he looked into her eyes. Truly looked. Astonishingly, one eye was green and one blue. He’d never seen anything like it. Fey eyes were always blue—not the blue of robin’s eggs or the blue of running water, but the blue of a spring sky after a good soaking rain.
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