““she was a water goddess who came out of the river to marry the first duke, but she couldn’t be a mortal woman. She comes back to cry for the loss of her children.” “And when have you heard her?” “The night that my baby sister died. I heard something. And I knew at once that it was Melusina.” “But how did you know it was her?” the other maid whispers, afraid of being excluded from the conversation. I shrug, and Joan smiles in recognition of truths that cannot be explained. “I just knew,” I say. “It was as if I recognized her voice. As if I had always known it.” “That’s true. You just know,” Joan nods. “But how do””
