Jeanne nodded, blushing. She wanted to know what the other women experienced. She had to know now. After so long being on the outside she was hurting. "They will make her a wife," said Princesa, smiling happily. "Of course she wants to do it." "She belongs with us," Aelfa added, running a comb through Jeanne's hair slowly from crown to curling tip. They had all decided she would wear it loose tonight, and it fell like a dark, lush cloak over her shoulders. Jeanne had never worn it thus for she'd been raised to think that showing off one's hair was vanity and that, of course, was a sin. But these women insisted she keep it unbound tonight. "Wild and free," as Aelfa called it. Yes, it was an apt description and not just for her hair tonight. Jeanne had nothing in which to see her reflection, but the heavy brown waves falling over her shoulders were visible in the corner of her vision. She knew the little sparks of dull gold, usually picked out by the sunlight, were not in evidence tonight.
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