“I fell in love with an enchantress.”
“She put a spell on you because you fell in love with her?” The question came out unexpectedly like an accusation, and to my surprise, a tinge of red came to Bastian’s cheeks.
Immediately I pounced. “Liar!”
“Human bodies!” Bastian said in exasperation. “I must be out of practice. Very well, little witch; I did court an enchantress.”
“And?” Again there was a touch of red in Bastian’s cheeks.
“And two other women,” he admitted.
“You were courting two other women at the same time?”
“That’s the shortened version for young ears,” Bastian said shortly. “Take it from me, little witch; never court three women in the same town.”
“I’m not going to court anyone,” I told him. “I’m going to be a pirate, and pirates don’t marry.”
“Is that so? Obviously I should have come to you for advice, but it seemed a little late for celibate piracy by the time Cassandra was pointing her finger at me.”
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