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At any rate, those who took a straight route never got where they wanted.

I remember my old mother
Would tell me to be good,
Not like my wicked brother
Chained to a bench of wood.
I robbed not on the highway,
But I did not do as told;
And now I row my life away
Chained in a galley's hold.

The longboat rowing towards them disappeared behind a wave only to reappear closer to them.

She shook her head so violently her hair flew. «Ah, Desgrez, you can't understand. A woman has to have her illusions. She has to try to live. A woman needs so desperately to love and to be loved. The memory of him has always stayed with me like a piercing sorrow.»