“Since you were six?” Joss looks horrified. How can she treat it so casually?
“Christ, Misa.” He looks concerned. “No wonder why you have those knives.”
He goes quiet.
“My mother was a whore,” he says eventually. “My real mother, the one who gave birth to me. My father bought her from a whorehouse in Calais when she wasn’t much older than you are, and took her back to England with him as his mistress. I was born sometime later. My mother was so small and young that she couldn’t have any more children after me, so my father threw her away—he said to a nunnery, but I’m not sure I believe him. I don’t know what happened to her after that.”
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“Christ, Misa.” He looks concerned. “No wonder why you have those knives.”
He goes quiet.
“My mother was a whore,” he says eventually. “My real mother, the one who gave birth to me. My father bought her from a whorehouse in Calais when she wasn’t much older than you are, and took her back to England with him as his mistress. I was born sometime later. My mother was so small and young that she couldn’t have any more children after me, so my father threw her away—he said to a nunnery, but I’m not sure I believe him. I don’t know what happened to her after that.”