C. Bryson Taylor, Nicanor - Teller of Tales : A Story of Roman Britain
“ But Varia spoke, in a voice straight from the land of dreams, opening upon her eyes misty with sleep."One does not forget!" she said drowsily. "One loses a thing, for a long time, it may be, but some shadow of that thing is always left, even to a fool. Is it not so?""Ay, if thou sayest," said Nerissa, as readily as she would have agreed that pigs were butterflies if her lady had willed them so. But Varia was asleep before she spoke.All through that night Nerissa held her nursling in fond, anxious arms that knew no weariness, brooding over her as a mother with her child. ”
