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. "If you walk past a nesting bird during a full moon,
all of your children will be hatched from eggs. Drinking ale from a
chipped vessel means you will be robbed before the day ends." Woodrow
nibbled at his nails nervously.
"But worst of all, whoever lights a candle that was used in the
presence of a dead body after the body's been buried or burned will be
visited by the spirit of the dead person." Woodrow's young face grew
even paler. "Sometimes, if the soul is newly dead, it will take over
the body of the living person!"
"That's ridiculous!" Gisella snorted indelicately.
The horses were having a difficult time avoiding ruts in the
growing darkness; she gave the reins an impatient tug.
"It's the gods' own truth, ma'am," Woodrow vowed solemnly.
"I don't believe in any such things, including the gods,"
Gisella mumbled under her breath. "Tell me, Woodrow," she said more
loudly, "have you witnessed any of these curses yourself?"
"Of course not, ma'am," he said, suppressing a chill.
"I've been very careful to avoid those things."
"It would be interesting to hatch from an egg, if you could
remember it, don't you think?" remarked Tas. But then he frowned. "I
shouldn't like to be robbed, though. But I wouldn't mind talking to a
spirit. Maybe it would tell you where its jewels and things were,
since it wouldn't need them anymore. At the very least, it could tell
you what it felt like to be dead -- whether you're happy or sad all
the time, or what
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