Magda, never reserved, spouted opinions on everything from horse saddles to dress hems and caressed Ambrose’s shins with her toes under the table. Louvaen had discovered their play once when she bent to retrieve a dropped napkin. She almost banged her head on the table’s edge straightening up too quickly and spent the rest of supper trying not to giggle at the discovery that the housekeeper and the sorcerer were lovers.
