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that would be sweet, 'But then would I hunger To be ten years younger, Or wedded, or wise?"
The prince said, "Who is she, Molly? What kind of woman is it who believes—who knows, for I saw her face—that she can cure wounds with a touch, and who weeps without tears?" Molly went on about her work, still humming to herself.
"Any woman can weep without tears," she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough."
But the prince stood up to bar her way, and she stopped, her apron full of herbs and her hair trailing into her eyes. Prince Lir's face bent toward her: older by five dragons, but handsome and silly still. He said, "You sing. My father sets you to the weariest work there is to do, and still you sing. There has never been singing in this castle, or cats, or the smell of good cooking. It is the Lady Amalthea who causes this, as she causes me to ride out in the morning, seeking dan-ger."
"I was always a fair cook," Molly said mildly. "Living in the greenwood with Cully and his men for seventeen years—"
Prince Lir continued as though she had not spoken. "I want to serve her, as you do